This is a song about "Good food"

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Have you ever been sitting in a room with no food.

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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