This is a song about "Food"

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

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

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

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

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

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

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

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