This is a song about "Chines food"

All my niggas get together to gather loot

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

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

Riding around without a fuck given

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

And in this game you the gators' food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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