This is a song about "No food"

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

With no food man ask my momma it was very hard

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot