This is a song about "Amy and food"

Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

Cuz nowadays i'm banging girl named amy

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

And in this game you the gators' food

Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

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

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

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute