This is a song about "Food and netflix"

With no food in your tummy and nobody to lend you a loan

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

They have no food, and they sleep on the cement

And my bank account look just like a phone card

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