This is a song about "Fed"

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Time to prepare to do fed time

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Committing incest it rundown trailers with fed checks,

Probably die getting some head

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

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

My placement's decaying, aching for ways to be fed tonight

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

I am so fed up with all of the bullshit,

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice