This is a song about "Food poisoning"

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

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

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

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

And junk food that's been feeding me.

But i think i like that, just maybe

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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

And in this game you the gators' food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute