This is a song about "Cook your food"

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

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

The food made by your hands had a blessing of its own

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

I used to have a nine to five

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

But she's a good cook and supporter