This is a song about "Goat fridge gang"

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Something wicked this way come

Of the rebel gang captain

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Sacrificing your body like a goat, cuz your nothin,

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

I always keep a gallon in the fridge at my apartment

Andy samberg: oh dang

Of a wolf gang gang bang

I'm why baby mommas leave

By a gang called the police