This is a song about "Food security"

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

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

Whilst these others fucks workin security guard

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

Security is shouting that i gotta get out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Look at billions we've invested in our "homeland security",

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Now all im tryna do is get food

Its for security, because if you decide to leave, i want the ability to still breathe.

Baby i can see that you don't recognize mei'm shock g: the one who put the satin on your panties

And in this game you the gators' food

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued