This is a song about "Food terms"

Well i'll use terms that you understand, you are such a faggot

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

If ya interested then we got terms to discuss

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

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

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

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

And in this game you the gators' food

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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