This is a song about "Paleo primal movements and food"

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

So i banged for a minute

And in this game you the gators' food

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

And thats why i got all this food on my tray, nigga

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

But what would you do if you had food stamps and welfare?

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

He lives of food vendors and shelters, rendered by grouts that reckon,