This is a song about "Cat food"

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat

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

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

And embarass you. put ya offense in wild cat,