This is a song about "Food and liquor"

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

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

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

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

And junk food that's been feeding me.

What them tippers don't see

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

I'm tryna fuck the shit out your aspirations

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