This is a song about "Cook your food"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Now all im tryna do is get food

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

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

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

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

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

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot