This is a song about "Rap food"

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Now all im tryna do is get food

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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

Birds in the sky fluttered with their high numbers in search of food

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

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

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

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