This is a song about "Fridge"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

I always keep a gallon in the fridge at my apartment

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Must be something you want me to see

And a fridge and some broccoli

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

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