This is a song about "Bad food"

Birds in the sky fluttered with their high numbers in search of food

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

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

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

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

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

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Like hoes down in magic city