This is a song about "Food in the 70s"

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Or watch your girl's ovaries laid to put some food in your plate

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

I'm awfully dressed, i'm quiet with my food that's on the tray.

Ambition is definitely on the way

Only food accepts the fat kids, got nothing else to run to

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you