This is a song about "Food brokers"

All my niggas get together to gather loot

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

He been waiting for his connection to come

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

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

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

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,