This is a song about "Briscoes food"

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

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

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

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

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Thats like a fat dude eatin mad food n dying of famine

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

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them