This is a song about "No food"

Now all im tryna do is get food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine