This is a song about "The food system"

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Yeah i'm back in the business, crashing the system

Because if you do then fuck you, i appear to the system,

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Hawk and spit it, y'all wonder why blocks knock the system,

Ten more depending on where wale going

Coding, eroding, the system, fingers pressed in

Spitting words with wisdom saying fuck the system

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

But rather than singing non praise the dude

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that