This is a song about "Leftover thai food"

As i sit back\ cadillac, leftover rappers so delouis

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Walk that body, talk that body

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

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

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Watching me sober cautiously, leftover blood drips an drips