This is a song about "Food fellas"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

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

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

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

And fuck yall fellas a hundred motherfucker couldn't steal your pillows

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

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

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

And fuck yall fellas a hundred motherfucker couldn't steal your pillows