This is a song about "Bad food"

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Thats like a fat dude eatin mad food n dying of famine

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

And in this game you the gators' food

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

Now all im tryna do is get food

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food