This is a song about "Cafatiera food"

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Banging out niggas with attitude

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

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And now that i’m getting money

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

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

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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

Birds in the sky fluttered with their high numbers in search of food

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

Now all im tryna do is get food

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