This is a song about "Speaking of food lets get high"

Lets get high kill these lows

Every night i stroke hoes

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Touch downs so i said ok lets get rid of these clowns my friend tucker ended

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

But lets get this battle started,

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Metaphorically speaking i'm alerting you of theoretical terms,