This is a song about "Shoting food"

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

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

See with a district columbia vision

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food