This is a song about "Spicy food"

A military mind mean money

And junk food that's been feeding me.

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

And cook her so you can serve her in a special spicy burger

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Scissor hands slice it up like spicy subway sandwiches.