This is a song about "Indian food"

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

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

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

Feel free if your indian we won't chase you away

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Now all im tryna do is get food