Jazz - Soul Food [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
One take, fuck you

[Verse 1]
I came up an outcast like Big Boi and Dre
Always thought my different ways'd helped me get royal pay
I've been a broke motherfucker since my first living day
Cause and effect I got hustler burned in my DNA
Obstacle one blew some years chasing that TNA
Till I realized a bitch couldn't give me a life
Nice ass but it ain't gon get my moms out the hood
I need to use my brain instead of getting hers all night
It's all nice, shit it's alright don't get me wrong
But the skins ain't never helped me write these songs
My nigga fuck them, you got to fuck them
But not for nothing, do you love them?
Shit they don't love me, they always shrug me
Call me scrub, bug, all the above, ugly
Same dumb bitch on my nuts when she saw me with another
And once you get that money she get crazy as a mother
The only one I trust is my mother
That's real shit
No disrespect to the queens
But where the fuck do y'all be hiding while these hoes runnin schemes
She said she known me for a while and she been waiting on a ring
Wait, first off, you ain't getting a ring out of me
I think it's your job to kneel down on both knees
And maybe hopefully I'll buy you one thing
From the dollar fucking menu at Mc'D's
If you say please
I know that's harsh
No really, that's fucked up
But if I was sucker, if I really would've cuffed her
If I would've gotten her that twenty piece nugget with honey mustard like she wanted
The minute I took her home she'd be running
To some dread head nigga who drives a Chrysler 300
And he might just be blunted
And I might just say fuck it and pull off at 300
Go straight home and break down that last weed nugget
Then ignite this ho's thong
Then I write this whole song
And at the end of it I'm talking bout how life just goes on