This is a song about "Food brokers"

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

And in this game you the gators' food

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Sent to their deaths by the vicious power brokers/

Now all im tryna do is get food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

Thats like a fat dude eatin mad food n dying of famine

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son