This is a song about "Food and liquor"

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

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

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

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

And junk food that's been feeding me.

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

And in this game you the gators' food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine