This is a song about "Speaking of food lets get high"

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

Im speaking from the mind, speaking out of knowledge, breathing god's air im feeling alive

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Aint that why we get high,

Damn is your mattress dry

Declaration of war, lets get competitive if you think to me you're on par.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Metaphorically speaking i'm alerting you of theoretical terms,

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Didn't talk for months/ hid food because i couldn't get

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food