This is a song about "Food stamps"

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

But what would you do if you had food stamps and welfare?