This is a song about "Indonision food"

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

Riding around without a fuck given

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

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

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute