This is a song about "Food fellas"

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

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

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Now all im tryna do is get food

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.