This is a song about "Food"

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

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

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Have you ever been sitting in a room with no food.

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

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

It's outrageus, people not having money for food