This is a song about "Fatty food"

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Life's riding on mayo, fatty kid you stay on,

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.