This is a song about "Food borne illness"

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Bars coming out fearless, i'll make you sick with this illness

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Flow licit there's no medicine for his illness

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

And in this game you the gators' food

So i banged for a minute