This is a song about "Greek food"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Whip bitches with greek tar.

You get close but no cigar

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Greek, maybe i shouldn't have said

Sunroof flow so over your head

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

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

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute