This is a song about "Food and sex"

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

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

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

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

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

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

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

And junk food that's been feeding me.

I got bigger problems baby