This is a song about "Fed"

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Coat hangers on a bed/ ideas passing, keeping fed/

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

I am so fed up with all of the bullshit,

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Is the one that kept you happy and fed... h

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Bullets is what you was fed

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

Well aren't you getting fed up

Say what you wanna but

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Light has left ya my trifecta's got your will fed