This is a song about "Money cats food boy"

Third ward general, young cash money

These other cats bring blasphemy

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

Boy im out here chasing money

Not hungry for my poetry

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,