This is a song about "Indonision food"

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

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

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

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

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

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

All my niggas get together to gather loot