This is a song about "Bad food"

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

But rather than singing non praise the dude

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Now all im tryna do is get food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Couple months under him something in the oven

And in this game you the gators' food

Banging out niggas with attitude