This is a song about "I got the food in the fridge"

And thats why i got all this food on my tray, nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

But i bounced back and got in the zone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

You can see in my pupils i got the k.o appetite

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

So i banged for a minute

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

And in this game you the gators' food

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

Only food accepts the fat kids, got nothing else to run to

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop