This is a song about "African food"

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Now all im tryna do is get food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

This african already been

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Bitch spit the diss and switch to pistol, niggas who are african,

I can do a whole song solely on that onion