This is a song about "Food processors"

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Now all im tryna do is get food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I want to fight the music on this one