This is a song about "Unhealthy to healthy"

You need to stick to balling

Why not me the same thing

Oops, i'm so sorry

To what was suppose to be

To mcs that don't rhyme good

To dictate how to look,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Trying to get healthy so i bought myself broccoli

Now you have to bury me to!

I just wanted to be at peace with you

Man these bitches got unhealthy kitchens

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

And real bitches don't respect you

To try and violate me to.