This is a song about "Surviving without food"

1995 the future hopeless, im the last surviving poet/

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

Now all im tryna do is get food

Banging out niggas with attitude

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

I am grateful and blessed to be surviving today

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay