This is a song about "Team looking healthy"

I am ryu-like to the fiend

My team eat everyday a feast

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

You a pussy boy, you and your team

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Make the class supersize but not fat, healthy composition is where its at

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

She can't get enough of the hustle dream team

I'm healthy for hip-hop, i'm labeled very nutritional,

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Without a team, no excellence

100 percent on everything and on my team

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green