This is a song about "Chinise food"

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

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

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

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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Cuz we see food differently, don't get ya cock stuck,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina