This is a song about "Food coma"

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa

On the boards running with the bulls noah,blocked into a coma,

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

My all gold rolly or the

Stone cold bout to go in a coma

Put ya in a coma have you dreaming bout beating me

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route