This is a song about "Food truck"

Truck fit fuck that hilfiger

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Watch ya hide inside your chevy truck cruiser/

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

My fist is a truck i make shit go amuck

Last wednesday, accidentally dented the back of my truck.

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Now all im tryna do is get food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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