This is a song about "Composting food"

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

And in this game you the gators' food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Third ward general, young cash money

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

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