This is a song about "No food in the fridge"

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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