This is a song about "Cook your food"

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

They'll turn you and flip you like your food and their tongs.

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

Or watch your girl's ovaries laid to put some food in your plate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Your false persona while i'm on ya baby's c "bbc" like the english channel

But i think your just hungry for a bit of food, you got a better chance at winning this battle

She even said she can cook!

Showed your lil' ass look

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

It's outrageus, people not having money for food