This is a song about "Taco food"

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

And junk food that's been feeding me.

And its simple as that baby

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

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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