This is a song about "Good food"

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Now all im tryna do is get food

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

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

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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