This is a song about "Food"

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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,

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

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

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

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

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

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute