Scotty ATL - Food For Thought [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I ain’t talking about shotguns, real rap, pop this in
Trap or die on them dirt roads, talking west chopper to the west end
Real rap, had a jealous nigga and a backstabber as a best friend
Prayed to god less stressing, motivated, I’m up early
I even Jesus doubted his best men, man’s heart ain’t trustworthy
Nigga leave your ass stuck for the new wheels and truck swerving
That doo doo not rim side, doo doo like [?] died
Pimp C with a soft stomach, there’s food in there he’ll flip out
That’s why I been focused on rap tunes, any town on the map soon
I mean bring it back, shit popping, what we know for, that bafoon
People used that music there when the trapper heavy, get through the A
But nigga listening that type of shit, when it’s hard time to get through the day
Ain’t that real

[Hook][x3]
People don’t use our music to get high, they use our music to get by

[Verse 2]
Real music, I am that, I stand for that, won’t ever fall
Up late nights, and I plan for y’all, just to give you that, that Nutrigrain
That soul food, broke as hell, gonna rob a nigga, might shoot ya man
You listen to that, nigga tell you it’s better seeing your future man
That spins on, say it’s on, put some off for your grandson
Every now and then he’ll find it cause I know they fuck with your fan club
All of that, and some
Nigga sold y’all a fake rock then kidnap
And need show money, I’m tryna pay your ransom
Shawty told you you handsome, digging all in your pants on
Suck and fuck get paid for it, late night she dance off
Money gone she flake out, burn rubber, really saying
Bitches out to take all y’all’s and the sad thing is you niggas playing
So keep listening to that whack shit, any day I applaud niggas
They getting money’s what the facts is, big trophies and packs in
Started seeing them checks pimp, keep a tab on them taxes
Cause Uncle Sam being weighing, that’s where half of all of my blacks is
Ain’t that real

[Hook][x3]