This is a song about "No food"

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

With no food man ask my momma it was very hard

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Now all im tryna do is get food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

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