This is a song about "Spicy food"

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

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

Banging out niggas with attitude

Now all im tryna do is get food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

My flows real icy. lyrics be so spicy.

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute