This is a song about "My food"

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Treat my lyrics like the fucking food you eat and i'll keep you,

I'm awfully dressed, i'm quiet with my food that's on the tray.

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

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

And thats why i got all this food on my tray, nigga

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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