This is a song about "Corn fed"

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

I've had enough, now i'm so fed up

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Time to prepare to do fed time

Doctor said i was fine

It's a sad mess always wanting to be hand fed

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Don't we all want to live, be loved, have our mouths fed,

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Fed to his pet zombie, ted!

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Your friends say, why we not together yet

I dont even know you, and i am fed