This is a song about "No food"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

And in this game you the gators' food

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

And junk food that's been feeding me.

She going to borrow some money

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

But rather than singing non praise the dude