This is a song about "Southeastern food"

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

All my niggas get together to gather loot

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Third ward general, young cash money

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

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

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

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina