This is a song about "Fridge"

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

And a fridge and some broccoli

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free