This is a song about "Veggie soup"

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Burnt the soup, call it asher’s broth

Head in your soup while im headin to the coupe

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Let me rideuntil i get free

My brain is like turned to veggie

Yeah bitch this date's done

Go to a soup kitchen

Want a taste of the lyrical soup,

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

Youve got everything backwards, you dip your soup inside your crackers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Slurp you up like wonton soup

We'll meet back and regroup