This is a song about "Junk food"

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

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

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

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Probably because you got that autistic junk in your head

And isaiah say one day your time will come

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

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

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

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