This is a song about "Food"

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

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

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

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

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Now all im tryna do is get food

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

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

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from