This is a song about "Chinise food"

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

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,

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

All my niggas get together to gather loot

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Worked hard so the fridge always had food