This is a song about "Food processors"

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Now all im tryna do is get food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Thats like a fat dude eatin mad food n dying of famine

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

And my bank account look just like a phone card

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