This is a song about "Food safety and sanitation"

Concerned for our safety

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

And junk food that's been feeding me.

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

And i guess someone prayed for us, cause i trashed my safety blunt

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

They'll turn you and flip you like your food and their tongs.

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

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