This is a song about "Shoting food"

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Fuck that now trying get the money

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

And in this game you the gators' food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

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