This is a song about "Up in your fridge"

Line up in an orderly fashion to get your brains smashed in

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

When your love lies in the coffin woken up

I thought it'd get better but

I pull up, stick the sword in your gut

And it rules everything around them

Your ever gonna end up in pen

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Blow up in your face, thunder in this place,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

We'll believe you in your dreams, you should choose to wake up

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see