This is a song about "Shoting food"

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

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

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

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

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

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute