This is a song about "Smart food"

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

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

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

For how smart i really am

I gotta question for you man

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Lonely road was you two apart i don't think you're smart

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

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

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