This is a song about "Southeastern food"

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

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

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

And in this game you the gators' food

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

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

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.