This is a song about "Food poisoning"

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

By products poisoning me

What them tippers don't see

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

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

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

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina