This is a song about "Spicy food"

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And cook her so you can serve her in a special spicy burger

I'll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, ike turner

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Banging out niggas with attitude

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Summertime in the city

And junk food that's been feeding me.