This is a song about "Organic food"

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

All my niggas get together to gather loot

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

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Banging out niggas with attitude

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

And in this game you the gators' food

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute