This is a song about "Turtles and food"

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

They'll turn you and flip you like your food and their tongs.

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

We got money to go get baby

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh