This is a song about "Greek food"

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Must be something you want me to see

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Greek, maybe i shouldn't have said

And please never disrespect my set

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger