This is a song about "Food trucks"

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

And in this game you the gators' food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

Amen, they say you only live once

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

All my niggas get together to gather loot