This is a song about "Food borne illnesses"

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

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

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Fake doctors giving us symptoms of illnesses

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

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