This is a song about "Junk food"

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

[j] jeez, jesus is jabbin' my junk in justice juries.

But we should be body to body

And junk food that's been feeding me.

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

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

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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,

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

All my niggas get together to gather loot