This is a song about "Food stamps"

I'm tryna fuck the shit out your aspirations

Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,

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

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

But rather than singing non praise the dude

And in this game you the gators' food

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

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

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

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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