This is a song about "Southeastern food"

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Now all im tryna do is get food

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

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

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

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

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food