This is a song about "Rap food"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I want to fight the music on this one

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

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

And in this game you the gators' food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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