This is a song about "Thai food"

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Birds in the sky fluttered with their high numbers in search of food

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

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

That's a t-rex in a v-neck for the rapture

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

I'm puffin on this thai weed, i'm fuckin faded