Whole Foods
JPEGMAFIA Lyrics


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Sir
Man, if I don't-, huh-uh-huh-uh-huh
Bitch, I shop at Whole Foods like I'm boujee
Pass the blunt, my mind is missin'
Tweet my shit, I need the mentions
Stop pretendin'
Look, look
Ridin' 'round the city like a side bitch
Hermit 'til I die, close the blinds, bitch (bitch)
Mama told me, "Baby, you's a prophet, so profit" (profit)
Treat these fucking labels like a side-, hold up
Fuck it dog, I had to do it (ooh)
Reviewers looking stupid, stick to music
I am the Black God, fuck a human, Stanley Kubrick (yeah)
You know this rappin' shit be therapeutic
Pitchfork told me to never be abusive 'less I'm movin' units
I see what the truth is
'Cause niggas preaching 'bout the pussy be the biggest douches
Wow

Nasty
Damn, Peggy
I'm out the window lookin' real stupid, fuck that
It's young Scully how I peep the ruins (shh), trust that
I whip the whip like the shit been boosted (whip it)
My bus pass ain't been legit since I smashed Karrueche (not true)
These people thinking that they warriors, they straight Kabuki (it happen)
I hit your mama with that Conker's Bad Fur Day
GoldenEye, hit 'em up (uh)




Perfect Dark nigga for the job, so I zip 'em up
Put 'em in a bag like I'm pickin' up dog shit

Overall Meaning

The song "Whole Foods" by JPEGMAFIA, also known as Peggy, revolves around themes of identity, success, and the contradictions within the music industry. The lyrics delve into Peggy's experience with fame and how it has affected his perception of himself and others. He starts by asserting his sense of status and sophistication by mentioning that he shops at Whole Foods like he's boujee (a slang term for being high-class). Despite this outward display of confidence, he admits to feeling mentally displaced, seeking validation through social media mentions.


Peggy then switches gear and speaks about his unconventional approach to fame and music-making. He compares himself to a side chick, someone who remains reclusive and hidden from the spotlight. His mother, recognizing his talents, encourages him to profit from his prophetic abilities. He views music labels as secondary, possibly indicating his desire for artistic independence. Peggy's view of himself as a Black God juxtaposes against the flawed humanity of others, illustrated by his reference to filmmaker Stanley Kubrick.


The next section of the lyrics addresses the pretentiousness and hypocrisy prevalent within the music industry. Peggy sarcastically criticizes reviewers who fail to properly understand his artistry. He recognizes the therapeutic nature of rap and acknowledges the importance of balancing artistic expression with responsibility. He critiques those who focus on objectifying women, referring to them as "the biggest douches." This section concludes with him sarcastically exclaiming "Wow," possibly highlighting the absurdity of these contradictions within the industry.


Overall, "Whole Foods" provides a glimpse into the complexity of Peggy's life as an artist, navigating fame, success, and the pressures of the music industry. The lyrics highlight his desire to remain authentic and unapologetic while challenging societal norms and the hypocrisy he encounters within the industry.


Line by Line Meaning

Sir
Excuse me, sir


Man, if I don't-, huh-uh-huh-uh-huh
If I'm not mistaken, hmm, yes


Bitch, I shop at Whole Foods like I'm boujee
I, a person of elevated taste, frequent Whole Foods


Pass the blunt, my mind is missin'
Please hand me the marijuana, my mind is absent


Tweet my shit, I need the mentions
Share my work on social media platforms to gain public recognition


Stop pretendin'
Cease your charade


Look, look
Pay attention, observe


Ridin' 'round the city like a side bitch
Cruising through the city discreetly


Hermit 'til I die, close the blinds, bitch (bitch)
I prefer solitude and will remain secluded until my demise


Mama told me, 'Baby, you's a prophet, so profit'
My mother imparted wisdom, stating that I have prophetic abilities and should capitalize on them


Treat these fucking labels like a side-, hold up
I handle these record labels dismissively, hold on a moment


Fuck it dog, I had to do it (ooh)
I took the risk, my friend, it was necessary


Reviewers looking stupid, stick to music
The critics appear foolish, they should stick to critiquing music


I am the Black God, fuck a human, Stanley Kubrick (yeah)
I am a divine being, transcending humanity, similar to the visionary Stanley Kubrick


You know this rappin' shit be therapeutic
The act of rapping serves as a form of therapy for me


Pitchfork told me to never be abusive 'less I'm movin' units
Pitchfork advised me not to be verbally aggressive unless it results in substantial sales


I see what the truth is
I comprehend the reality


'Cause niggas preaching 'bout the pussy be the biggest douches
Those who constantly boast about their sexual conquests are often the most unpleasant individuals


Nasty
Disgusting


Damn, Peggy
Goodness, Peggy


I'm out the window lookin' real stupid, fuck that
I am positioned at the window, feeling foolish, but I disregard it


It's young Scully how I peep the ruins (shh), trust that
Like young Scully, I silently observe the ruins, you can trust my insight


I whip the whip like the shit been boosted (whip it)
I expertly drive the car as if it were modified for speed


My bus pass ain't been legit since I smashed Karrueche (not true)
My bus pass has not been valid ever since I had a romantic relationship with Karrueche (this statement is not true)


These people thinking that they warriors, they straight Kabuki (it happen)
These individuals falsely believe they are brave, but they are merely putting on a theatrical performance


I hit your mama with that Conker's Bad Fur Day
I insulted your mother using a reference to the video game 'Conker's Bad Fur Day'


GoldenEye, hit 'em up (uh)
Similar to the game 'GoldenEye', I metaphorically strike and confront them


Perfect Dark nigga for the job, so I zip 'em up
I am the perfect, covert individual to handle the task, so I dispose of them effectively


Put 'em in a bag like I'm pickin' up dog shit
I metaphorically gather and discard them like one would with dog feces




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Barrington Hendricks

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