This is a song about "Amy and food"

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

But what would you do if you had food stamps and welfare?

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

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

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,

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

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

And in this game you the gators' food

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

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga