This is a song about "Food wastage"

Wanna see you work your body

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Birds in the sky fluttered with their high numbers in search of food

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.