This is a song about "Music and food"

The populations controlled and all the food that you ate

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

He lives of food vendors and shelters, rendered by grouts that reckon,

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

They'll turn you and flip you like your food and their tongs.

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

But what would you do if you had food stamps and welfare?

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And in this game you the gators' food

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot