This is a song about "Brain food"

Now all im tryna do is get food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

If you gonna do it, do it nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

A constant smog surrounding my brain.

I live my life in tha fast lane

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

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

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

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Banging out niggas with attitude

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