This is a song about "Composting food"

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

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

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

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

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

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

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Have you ever been sitting in a room with no 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,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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