This is a song about "Food love"

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

It's outrageus, people not having money for food