This is a song about "Food deserts"

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

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

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

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

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

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

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

And in this game you the gators' food

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute