This is a song about "Fridge"

Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your bitch

I open up and i forgot i left a head in the fridge

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Especially when i gotta fridge full of vodka cause my dads a drunk at least he

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

I always keep a gallon in the fridge at my apartment

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And a fridge and some broccoli