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

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

And in this game you the gators' food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

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

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

Food gives energy, people pursue the recipes but are drained of juice

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

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

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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