This is a song about "Leftover thai food"

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

All my niggas get together to gather loot

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Watching me sober cautiously, leftover blood drips an drips

My city's culture to the game now in existence

So many leftover bottles at my house i got like twelve

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

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

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