This is a song about "Food and liquor"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And in this game you the gators' food

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

And it's hard to pay, even with food stamps and medicaid,

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Know that they're corrupt, brought crack and liquor to the ghetto,

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

That's why i never claimed i was the best

They have no food, and they sleep on the cement