This is a song about "Bad food"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

You a lady boss, now you fly free

And junk food that's been feeding me.

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

All my niggas get together to gather loot

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

And in this game you the gators' food

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Hard to move on when you always regret one