This is a song about "Food and liquor"

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

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

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade