This is a song about "Food and liquor"

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

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

Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Banging out niggas with attitude

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

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

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

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Only built 4 cuban linx, paid in full, and liquor swords,

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts