This is a song about "Staple foods"

Isle full of genetic foods and poisoned viles

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

So you staple posters of them in your room, they help your way for stroke

I'm staple to this center, like a lay up

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Staple ya hands to ya face and make a dyke give you anal

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal