This is a song about "Hair in food"

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Or watch your girl's ovaries laid to put some food in your plate

I think the fuckin product in your hair leaked through

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Or watch your girl's ovaries laid to put some food in your plate

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

Im starved got you in my pot call it food for thought

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

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

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

She leave her hair in the sink

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard