This is a song about "Food security"

Now all im tryna do is get food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Security is shouting that i gotta get out

Yea and this is something to think about

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

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

Whilst these others fucks workin security guard

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

It sends you loopy, crazy, quirky, and gives you a false sense of security,