This is a song about "Bad food"

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

And in this game you the gators' food

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Cuz we see food differently, don't get ya cock stuck,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

All my niggas get together to gather loot

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

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood