This is a song about "Greek food"

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision