This is a song about "Fat people and food"

And junk food that's been feeding me.

But am i less holy

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

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

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes