This is a song about "Corbin and food"

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Treat my lyrics like the fucking food you eat and i'll keep you,

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

But what would you do if you had food stamps and welfare?

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

And thats why i got all this food on my tray, nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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