This is a song about "Food trucks"

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

And in this game you the gators' food

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

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

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

We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from randy

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Couple months under him something in the oven

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

Shout out my nigga miles