This is a song about "Greek food"

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

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

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

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

And in this game you the gators' food

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

But rather than singing non praise the dude

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food