This is a song about "Food security"

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Security is shouting that i gotta get out

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Whilst these others fucks workin security guard

This for my niggas that really rap hard

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

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

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them