This is a song about "Organic food"

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

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

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

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

Organic chem got me dazed/

But, shorty i'm far from a saint