This is a song about "Turtles and food"

And in this game you the gators' food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

And it's hard to pay, even with food stamps and medicaid,

Where every recipient, property of the state

And thats why i got all this food on my tray, nigga

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

They have no food, and they sleep on the cement

Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

With no food in your tummy and nobody to lend you a loan