This is a song about "Food poising"

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

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

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

And junk food that's been feeding me.

C’mon and let’s chill baby

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

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Banging out niggas with attitude

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

Now all im tryna do is get food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route