This is a song about "Rap food"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

And in this game you the gators' food

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

But rather than singing non praise the dude

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Thats like a fat dude eatin mad food n dying of famine

Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route