Food For Thought
Isaiah Rashad Lyrics


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I was singing my song for nobody

I'm like a Rolling Stone rolling stone
And I'm the shit playa
But don't flush your commode
And I hope you smell me
But this Polo cologne
Slamming doors like I got an
Attitude or something wrong
It's like I'm switching cars the way
I got them holding on to
Every word I spit like I got a
Lisp and it is hella strong
Kicks like they came to play
This off a house party
And you niggas look gay, like Jesse McCartney
And to be real it wouldn't be
Logic to fuck with me
Cause we on some Adele shit
We be rolling deep
Your girl get mad when I pass
And I don't even speak
Prolly cause I got all up inside
And was behind her teeth
I need a piece at least if
I can't get the whole cake
Cause I be going all in like a young Drake
Yeah, you probably didn't get
That like money
Yeah, you probably didn't get that
Imma keep it real cause some
Liars don't do that
And Imma blow cause I've seen
A fucking fire do that
And Imma take a trick magicians be
Like how he do that?
And I be killing beats rappers be
Like why he do that?
Bitches say I'm clean and I
Don't even try to dress
I could fuck her though but
I ain't even tryna sex
I got her number man and
I ain't even tryna text
I strong armed dude and I ain't gotta flex
I spit profound shit that I could never lose
And I was better than half these
Dudes back in middle school
And I remember days like this
Tapping out the whole world with
A pen in my wrist freestyling in class I bet
The teacher was pissed
I probably should've paid more attention
Yeah i'm slick
But bitch I probably won't be
Like this no more
I thunk outside the box and they won't
Let me back in that ho damn

Yeah lounging with my feet up
Them lame motherfuckers drop their faces
When they see us
We could play pretend them niggas
Still couldn't be us
Back in Chattanooga still
Couldn't Tennessee us
It's conflict when I'm writing these rhymes
Tryna fit my whole life up
In thirty two lines but
I keep it real that's how it happened
The government gonna try to do
Me in like Fred Hampton, a black panther
Let's keep it real from the Hamptons
A penny saving, minimum wage is some shit
Plantation slaves to the modern day
Swimming Frank Ocean
Guns waving guns blazing filling
In the holster all I need is some cake
Like a fuckin' Hostess
At a table can't eat
Grab a fuckin' hostess
Put my back against the wall
Like a fuckin' poster
Put my money on the table
Like a fuckin' coaster
Who's better? You's better?
That's fuckin' bogus
I got your bitch up in my
Sheets like a fuckin' toga
Positions in some shit, sexual yoga
Master of that pussy, sexual Yoda
Jedi mind tricks watch that nine dip
That's food for thoughts, 9 clips

Yeah all I need in this life is
A bitch and a blunt
Good head and cooked food is all a nigga want
I don't trust too many niggas
So my circle small never let 'em hear my
Feelings only pussy involved
I know it's kinda cold but the
Fuck is you to judge me
The last time I fell in love
Man I damn near lost me
So I spit my feelings in these
Raps to get my feelings back
Cause lately I been feeling lost
Stranded like I need map
Tired of the bullshit so I need a nap
I'm hungry for this music shit
So I'm eating tracks
Flow hotter than anniversary candle wax
I'm feeling sorry for the
Competition cause they lack
Originality, imagination and style
I'm looking like a vet and you
Been at this for awhile
21 years old, nigga no pressure
I cop your bitch with ease dog
I'm talking no effort
Don't be mad at me, bruh
Cause she chose greatness
It was long overdue cause
You kept her waiting
She fell in love with my poetic
Flow and way with words




All this time you playing daddy but
The kid ain't even yours

Overall Meaning

In Isaiah Rashad's song "Food for Thought," the rapper discusses his disillusionment with romantic love, his perceived superiority to other rappers, his freestyling skills, and his approach to music. The song features a chorus that includes references to smoking marijuana and the desire for good food and satisfying sex. Throughout the verses, Rashad contrasts himself with other rappers, suggesting that he is a Rolling Stone, and that other rappers hold onto his every word as if he has a hella strong lisp. Additionally, he critiques his competition for lacking originality and style before ending the song with a claim that he's better than his nemesis because he has won the heart of the woman his competition loves.


The song begins with Rashad singing to no one in particular, suggesting a kind of frustration and exasperation that he may feel in his career as a rapper. The Rolling Stones reference may suggest a feeling of rootlessness, as if he's rolling from place to place, without a clear sense of where he's going or what he's doing. Later, when the rapper draws comparisons between himself and other rappers, he suggests that he is fundamentally different from them. When Rashad states that he is a better rapper than Adele, for example, he is implying that he is more talented than she is, or that he is doing something in a different way that sets him apart from other rappers. Ultimately, the song suggests a kind of superiority complex on the part of Rashad, as if he feels the need to put other people down to prop himself up as an excellent rapper.


Line by Line Meaning

I was singing my song for nobody
I was singing a song that no one seemed to care about or listen to


I'm like a Rolling Stone rolling stone
I'm like a stone that keeps rolling, constantly moving forward


And I'm the shit playa
I'm amazing and unbeatable


But don't flush your commode
But don't try to degrade me or disrespect me


And I hope you smell me
And I hope you understand the greatness and authenticity of my music


But this Polo cologne
Compared to my music, this cologne is nothing


Slamming doors like I got an attitude or something wrong
I seem angry and upset, but it's because I feel like the world is against me


It's like I'm switching cars the way I got them holding on to every word I spit like I got a lisp and it is hella strong
People are so entranced by my music and the way I deliver it that they are holding on to every word, as if they are switching cars or changing their minds constantly


Kicks like they came to play this off a house party
My music is so energetic and exciting that it sounds like it's from a party playlist


And you niggas look gay, like Jesse McCartney
And you guys look weak and impossibly effeminate


And to be real it wouldn't be logic to fuck with me, cause we on some Adele shit, we be rolling deep
To be honest, it doesn't make sense to challenge me or my team because we have a strong bond and won't back down


Your girl get mad when I pass and I don't even speak, prolly cause I got all up inside and was behind her teeth
Your girlfriend seems angry when I pass by, probably because I had a strong physical and emotional impact on her


I need a piece at least if I can't get the whole cake, cause I be going all in like a young Drake
I want to experience something, even if I can't have everything I want, because when I care about something, I invest all my effort into it, just like how Drake did when he was young


Yeah, you probably didn't get that like money
Yeah, you probably didn't understand that line like you would understand the value of money


Imma keep it real cause some liars don't do that
I'm going to be truthful and honest because some people aren't capable of doing that


And Imma blow cause I've seen a fucking fire do that
And I will become successful because I have seen that happen to many people before me


And Imma take a trick magicians be like how he do that?
And I will accomplish things that seem impossible, forcing people to wonder how I did it


And I be killing beats rappers be like why he do that?
And I excel at making music, making other rappers question how I can be so good at it


Bitches say I'm clean and I don't even try to dress
Women say I have a clean and attractive appearance even when I don't put in much effort to dress up


I could fuck her though but I ain't even tryna sex, I strong armed dude and I ain't gotta flex
I could sleep with her, but I don't have the need to do so - I am confident and strong enough without having to prove it


I spit profound shit that I could never lose, and I was better than half these dudes back in middle school
I make meaningful music that will never fail, and I was already more skilled than most other rappers when I was in middle school


And I remember days like this tapping out the whole world with a pen in my wrist freestyling in class I bet the teacher was pissed
I remember writing all day with a pen in my hand, bored in class, creating amazing freestyle music - the teacher was probably annoyed by me


I probably should've paid more attention, yeah i'm slick, but bitch I probably won't be like this no more
I should have paid more attention to school, but even though I'm clever and smooth right now, I know that I won't always be like this


I thunk outside the box and they won't let me back in that ho damn
I think differently and unconventionally, and now people won't accept me if I don't conform to their expectations


Yeah lounging with my feet up them lame motherfuckers drop their faces when they see us
Yeah, I'm relaxed and at ease, while those lame people feel insecure and inferior when they see me


We could play pretend them niggas still couldn't be us, back in Chattanooga still couldn't Tennessee us
We could imagine equality, but those people could never truly emulate our greatness - even back home, people are still in awe of our skills


It's conflict when I'm writing these rhymes, tryna fit my whole life up in thirty two lines
It's hard to summarize the entirety of my life and experiences in just thirty two lines


But I keep it real that's how it happened
But I stay truthful because that's how things really happened


The government gonna try to do me in like Fred Hampton, a black panther
The government is going to come after me and try to end my career, just like how they went after Fred Hampton, a black panther


Let's keep it real from the Hamptons, a penny saving, minimum wage is some shit, plantation slaves to the modern day
To be real, people in Hampton are dealing with poverty and oppression, a modern-day version of what plantation slaves went through


Swimming Frank Ocean, guns waving guns blazing filling in the holster all I need is some cake like a fuckin' Hostess
I'm trying to escape my problems and anxiety by listening to Frank Ocean, but the reality of violence and danger is always present - all I really want is something that will make me happy, like a Hostess cake


At a table can't eat, grab a fuckin' hostess
I seem like I'm okay and in control, but in reality, I'm anxious and distressed - grabbing a snack is one way to alleviate these feelings


Put my back against the wall like a fuckin' poster, put my money on the table like a fuckin' coaster
I'm in a corner right now, with nowhere to turn - metaphorically, I'm like a poster, backed up against the wall; literally, I'm nonchalantly placing my money on the table like it's a coaster


Who's better? You's better? That's fucking bogus
Who is better? You are? That's absolute crap


I got your bitch up in my sheets like a fuckin' toga
I have your girlfriend in my bed like a Greek toga


Positions in some shit, sexual yoga, master of that pussy, sexual Yoda
I'm great at sex, an expert - my skills are like a form of yoga; in fact, I'm so skilled at it that I'm like a sexual guru


Jedi mind tricks watch that nine dip, that's food for thoughts, 9 clips
My words are like powerful mental tricks that can make someone's mind shift; I'm using this skill in my music, which can be thought-provoking or cause you to lose your mind


Yeah all I need in this life is a bitch and a blunt, good head and cooked food is all a nigga want
Yeah, all I need in life is a girlfriend and a joint, along with good food and sex


I don't trust too many niggas, so my circle small, never let 'em hear my feelings only pussy involved
I don't trust a lot of people, so my friendship circle is small - I only share my feelings with my girlfriend or sexual partners


I know it's kinda cold but the fuck is you to judge me, the last time I fell in love, man I damn near lost me
I know it might seem harsh, but who do you think you are to criticize me? The last time I felt in love, it almost broke me


So I spit my feelings in these raps to get my feelings back, cause lately I been feeling lost stranded like I need map
So I express my emotions in my music to help me process them and regain some direction - lately, I have felt lost and directionless


Tired of the bullshit so I need a nap, I'm hungry for this music shit so I'm eating tracks
I'm tired of people's lies and negativity - I need a break so that I can rejuvenate and come back stronger than ever. I am pursuing my passion for music boldly and without hesitation


Flow hotter than anniversary candle wax, I'm feeling sorry for the competition cause they lack originality, imagination, and style
My rap game is hotter than a candle's wax at an anniversary celebration - I'm almost pitying my competitors because they don't have my level of skill, creativity, or individuality


I'm looking like a vet and you been at this for awhile, 21 years old, nigga no pressure
I have a veteran-like aura and skill set, despite only being 21 years old and having no pressure or external expectations


I cop your bitch with ease dog, I'm talking no effort
I steal your girlfriend effortlessly - I don't even have to try


Don't be mad at me, bruh, cause she chose greatness
Don't be upset with me - it's not my fault that your girlfriend recognizes my greatness and wants to be with me instead of you


It was long overdue cause you kept her waiting, she fell in love with my poetic flow and way with words, all this time you playing daddy but the kid ain't even yours
It's taken a long time for your girlfriend to realize that she wants me, but you can't blame her - she has fallen in love with my way with words. It's almost like you've been pretending to be her father, when really, you and your children are nothing to her




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