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

Doja was four hundred

Thats what child support did,

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

And in this game you the gators' food

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

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

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

But rather than singing non praise the dude

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

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

The louisiana cajuns and texans, still refuse welfare,

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air