This is a song about "Food safety and sanitation"

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

And in this game you the gators' food

Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

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

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

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

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

The populations controlled and all the food that you ate

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

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