This is a song about "Food and sex"

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

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

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,