This is a song about "Italian food"

So i banged for a minute

Now all im tryna do is get food

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Banging out niggas with attitude

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Have you ever been sitting in a room with no food.

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

And in fact i can’t deny

Riper than italian rye