This is a song about "Love food"

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

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And junk food that's been feeding me.

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

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

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route