This is a song about "Food stamps"

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

But rather than singing non praise the dude

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

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

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

But radio ain't trying to follow suit