This is a song about "Emilie and food"

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

And in this game you the gators' food

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

He lives of food vendors and shelters, rendered by grouts that reckon,

And junk food that's been feeding me.

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

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.

And it's hard to pay, even with food stamps and medicaid,

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food