This is a song about "Food fight"

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

So please step aside

But all i do is fight

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

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

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

And in this game you the gators' food