This is a song about "Food borne illness"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

//as i have an illness and somedays can't rap/talk without it hurting,

Is a severe mental illness

And panned out, i'm all in love