This is a song about "Canned"

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

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Pictures of hot babes on the shelves, discretely canned his mother's crap

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

I useta eat top ramen with canned pork to back son

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Like loving your job and what you do there and one day just getting canned.