This is a song about "U got no food"

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

Word...bugatiis i just wake up in wait uh min u aint got no bugatti ok..i was playin bitch

Ive been discriminated against, evaluated than tossed out like garbage,

Coz u ain't got no use

Niggas die over shoes

Only food accepts the fat kids, got nothing else to run to

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

And if u tryna sip then u kno i got the lean

Your developmental league don’t see a team

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Oh u got skill? well u must have misplaced it