This is a song about "Soul food"

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

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

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

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

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

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Have you ever been sitting in a room with no food.