This is a song about "Food borne illnesses"

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

I'm spillin' millions of illnesses and i ain't no hypochondriac

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route