This is a song about "Food processors"

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

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

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

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

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