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

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

They have no food, and they sleep on the cement

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

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

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

And in this game you the gators' food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food