This is a song about "Thai food"

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

But that's not stoppin' me from eatin' your muffin

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

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

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper