This is a song about "European food"

And in this game you the gators' food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Birds in the sky fluttered with their high numbers in search of food

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key