This is a song about "No food"

They have no food, and they sleep on the cement

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

And in this game you the gators' food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

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

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

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

All my niggas get together to gather loot