This is a song about "Amy and food"

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Cuz nowadays i'm banging girl named amy

God mc oh my god you gotta see

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

They have no food, and they sleep on the cement

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

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