This is a song about "Food and liquor"

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

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

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

And in this game you the gators' food

And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin' with the liquor

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat