This is a song about "Food"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Don't worry bout a thang baby

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

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

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

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

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga