This is a song about "Food poisoning"

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

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

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

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

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Have you ever been sitting in a room with no food.

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

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

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