This is a song about "Food"

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

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

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

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

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

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

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,