This is a song about "Food and cash crops"

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

And in this game you the gators' food

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

They'll turn you and flip you like your food and their tongs.

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops