This is a song about "Safety food"

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

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

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

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

You were the safety on my gun, you pulled me through it

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And in this game you the gators' food

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

And i guess someone prayed for us, cause i trashed my safety blunt

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route