This is a song about "How i love food"

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Now mamma i wish you could see how much i love you through my eyes

Maybe it's hatred i spew, maybe it's food for the spirit

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

It's nuts, how does he got such an appetite for food rappers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

But how can i give this closure when i love you so much?

Though i love how you do

Your girlfriend trippin' on you