This is a song about "Leftover thai food"

And in this game you the gators' food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I'm puffin on this thai weed, i'm fuckin faded

Got a body full of bullet holes laying here naked

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

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