This is a song about "Need food"

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

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

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

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

And in this game you the gators' food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Have you ever been sitting in a room with no food.

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

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot