This is a song about "Food stamps"

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Now all im tryna do is get food

And in this game you the gators' food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

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

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

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

And it's hard to pay, even with food stamps and medicaid,