This is a song about "World food program"

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

And in this game you the gators' food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Ruining your life just to pay for there gay ass program.

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam