This is a song about "Food brokers"

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

But five years from now i bet she see

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine