This is a song about "Food stamos"

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

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

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

They don’t want, my attention, i’m cool cousin