This is a song about "Food processors"

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

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

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute