This is a song about "Junk food"

She got me caught up in the moment

Since you love working that chrome junk

Tell me that you're joking not rapping, your raps are like a cane of junk

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

And in this game you the gators' food

Banging out niggas with attitude

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food