This is a song about "Food web"

And in this game you the gators' food

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Now all im tryna do is get food

Banging out niggas with attitude

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

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

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,

The web you created in your head

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

But rather than singing non praise the dude