This is a song about "Starved"

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Like you starved, cause punchlines thrown sharp and hard like tarts

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

O. trice always rep his block

They get starved to death, caged and fed only dicks to keep

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

I starved while y'all got fat, well now it's my fuckin' turn

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

Brain starved of oxygen, she begins to decommission,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

Im starved got you in my pot call it food for thought