This is a song about "Food wed"

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

And in this game you the gators' food

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

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

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food