This is a song about "Food trucks"

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

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

The good kid from the ugly city

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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