This is a song about "Biten by the hand that feeds"

A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

A demon that feeds of my inner g

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

I slapped the fuck out that butt sparks in my hand

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

I've seen all the things that pass me by

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

And if i do go you better come through

But the hand that feed you will cross you

This is the word that year by year

When drunk i only drink beer

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Live by the sword so i've got pencil in hand

Them niggas newbie bang

That we're still owned by the white man