This is a song about "Thai food"

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

If you gonna do it, do it nigga

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

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

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

And i'm too hot for you haters like thai duck

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

And in this game you the gators' food

But radio ain't trying to follow suit