This is a song about "Cafatiera food"

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

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

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

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

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

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,