This is a song about "Starving kids"

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Like a starving dog being treated in a clinic.

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

A lesser measure of beggar kids

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

While scheming on hits

Oh and fuck all the cool kids

I have more hunger for battle than a starving dyslexic bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Im starving for blood my friend

Then push the milk on a slow bend

And speak to suburban kids

I only got four minutes

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks