This is a song about "Korean food"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

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

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

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

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

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

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

All my niggas get together to gather loot

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Cause some of you bitches funny