This is a song about "Money and food"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

The populations controlled and all the food that you ate

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

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

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

They have no food, and they sleep on the cement

If i didn't, i guess i'm a cool cocaine connect