This is a song about "Food borne illness"

Flow licit there's no medicine for his illness

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Is a severe mental illness

Always knew where the pot was

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

All my niggas get together to gather loot