This is a song about "Bad mcdonalds food"

Now all im tryna do is get food

Banging out niggas with attitude

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

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

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

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Have you ever been sitting in a room with no food.

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

End up workin' at mcdonalds, on welfare and give 'em hell,

And isaiah say one day your time will come

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food