This is a song about "Rap food"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

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

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Now all im tryna do is get food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute