This is a song about "Microwaveable food"

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Now all im tryna do is get food

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

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

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

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

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

My talent should take me places i've never been

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude