This is a song about "Food and people"

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Now i move with aggression, use my mind as a weapon

He lives of food vendors and shelters, rendered by grouts that reckon,

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

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

And in this game you the gators' food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load