This is a song about "Food borne illnesses"

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

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Have you ever been sitting in a room with no food.

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Yeah, it's all natural baby

And junk food that's been feeding me.

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,