This is a song about "Taste food"

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

When static taste my breath

I'm hoping i confess

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

I'd fuck fate herself if she had the taste

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

And in this game you the gators' food

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