This is a song about "African food"

Now all im tryna do is get food

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

They don’t want, my attention, i’m cool cousin

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

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

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

Have you ever been sitting in a room with no food.

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And in this game you the gators' food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route