This is a song about "Breast feeding"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Endlessly eating and feeding and beating your meat with mesquite seasoning

Keep feeding the beast attack you from underneath

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

We're livin' wrong before your god see a proverb

Feeding feins my words these nerds converse upon a curb

Used to call me the african don dada

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

And my bank account look just like a phone card