This is a song about "Why isnt my local grocery store selling healthier produce"

But don't deny it's the divinest love of rap for which we strive for, not our marital strife, whore

I know any insane deranged nigga would use my brain as a lyrical vindictin grocery store!!!!!!!!

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Will somebody please show me how

My records selling out the stores now

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

For local and national attention,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

At the local arcade, puttin my dick in the ace of spades

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

But my life isnt perfect , always ran from the cops