This is a song about "Food cart"

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown

Banging out niggas with attitude

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

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

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

This for my niggas that really rap hard

And filling up like a shopping cart

Like a small garage in your backyard

Look at the paint on the cart (cart)

Blowin smoke slow like hoes throwin crack in the cart

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

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