This is a song about "Shoting food"

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

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

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

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

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

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute