This is a song about "Greek food"

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

You just working with the scraps you was given

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

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

Now all im tryna do is get food

But rather than singing non praise the dude