This is a song about "Food brokers"

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

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

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute