This is a song about "No food"

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

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

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

And in this game you the gators' food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute