This is a song about "Food brokers"

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Now all im tryna do is get food

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Banging out niggas with attitude

And in this game you the gators' food

Birds in the sky fluttered with their high numbers in search of food

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Sent to their deaths by the vicious power brokers/

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued