This is a song about "Fast food"

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

While im passing out fast,

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Have you ever been sitting in a room with no food.

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

All my niggas get together to gather loot

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

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

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute