This is a song about "Cafetera food"

And in this game you the gators' food

Banging out niggas with attitude

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

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

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

And served it to the public on a silver platter

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper