This is a song about "Emilie and food"

They have no food, and they sleep on the cement

Half your body laying on my chest

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

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

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

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

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true