This is a song about "Food and cash crops"

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Leave your inhibitions here

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

And it's hard to pay, even with food stamps and medicaid,

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina