This is a song about "Leftover thai food"

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

So many leftover bottles at my house i got like twelve

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

As i sit back\ cadillac, leftover rappers so delouis

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

See with a district columbia vision

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Now all im tryna do is get food

So i banged for a minute