This is a song about "Food processors"

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

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

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

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Cuz we see food differently, don't get ya cock stuck,

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

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part