This is a song about "Food"

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

Now all im tryna do is get food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Cuz we see food differently, don't get ya cock stuck,

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina