This is a song about "A pantry that gives you the food and drink of your choice"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

It sends you loopy, crazy, quirky, and gives you a false sense of security,

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

The populations controlled and all the food that you ate

Food gives energy, people pursue the recipes but are drained of juice

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

And in this game you the gators' food

You should make the right choice and go towards the light

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright