This is a song about "Miss menguy food bae"

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

When i click clack i will never miss

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

The voice inside my head (i miss you, i miss you)

Get my taste from all of my bitches

So bow down to the miss.

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

She never ready to go so she forever come

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

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