This is a song about "Leftover thai food"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

So many leftover bottles at my house i got like twelve

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

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

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Now all im tryna do is get food

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food