This is a song about "Food"

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

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

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

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

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute