This is a song about "Welfare and child support and food stamps"

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Please boo what's your size crazy

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

And support ‘em until they see that it’s just music,

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

And it's hard to pay, even with food stamps and medicaid,

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

End up workin' at mcdonalds, on welfare and give 'em hell,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Actually i'm on welfare and poor, smack 'em, live with blacks,

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs