This is a song about "Starving kids"

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

I steal shit to make money cause i'm a starving artist

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

If you look to your right there is starving kids in tears of silence

She likes the way it hits her lips

A lesser measure of beggar kids

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

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

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

And bleed out your blessings til you can't be starving less

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Like a starving dog being treated in a clinic.

I have more hunger for battle than a starving dyslexic bitch

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