This is a song about "Spanish food"

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

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

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

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

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

I live in texas red white and blue, playin soccer come at me and my spanish crew

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Now all im tryna do is get food

So i banged for a minute

My flow so sick i speak spanish flu

I'll tell you baby that we're through