This is a song about "Leftover thai food"

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

So many leftover bottles at my house i got like twelve

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

And in this game you the gators' food

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute