This is a song about "Food fights"

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

Drawing knives on the kids from the succotash fights,

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Now all im tryna do is get food

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

I used to have night frights, afraid of knife fights,

To, whoever fights back, i'll be here,

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

Banging out niggas with attitude

And in this game you the gators' food

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

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

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

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy