This is a song about "Trays"

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I am making this out of reanimated beats scheme and inflated trays when,

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I need it my way, i need 9 trays

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase