This is a song about "Breast feeding"

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast

We share, don't wanna, cool i break, your breast, thighs, legs,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

And junk food that's been feeding me.

And now that i’m getting money

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

Feeding on you're brain driving insane till you get you're next one

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

Keep feeding the beast attack you from underneath

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Feeding pieces of them to each other so they taste it

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

Like damn mama the reason i work hard