This is a song about "No food"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

Banging out niggas with attitude

No one can find me. i can fish for food in this bay.

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

With no food in your tummy and nobody to lend you a loan