This is a song about "Composting food"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

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

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

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Worked hard so the fridge always had food