This is a song about "Shoting food"

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Cuz we see food differently, don't get ya cock stuck,

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Now all im tryna do is get food

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

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

And junk food that's been feeding me.

But we should be body to body

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card