This is a song about "Swallowing food"

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

Sweet, okay makes sense

Swallowing down my tears

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

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

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot