This is a song about "Composting food"

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Now all im tryna do is get food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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

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

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

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

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

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

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

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