This is a song about "Food and liquor"

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Banging out niggas with attitude

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

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

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

And it ain't no thing, you in dungy's dungeon

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

They have no food, and they sleep on the cement

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

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart