This is a song about "Taste food"

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

And it ain't no thing, you in dungy's dungeon

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

When static taste my breath

Yes sir, please confess

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

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

Imma make it rain

But they both taste the same

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

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

All my niggas get together to gather loot

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste