This is a song about "Fed"

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Bullets is what you was fed

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

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

Don't believe that shit that we've been fed

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

A population fed lies and tricked into debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Well aren't you getting fed up

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Plus we're fed lies by the news people

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Time to prepare to do fed time