This is a song about "Fed"

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

A lost legacy, treadin heavily, fed up

You already know you're dead

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

Till you get fed up and wanna die

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

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

Time to prepare to do fed time

But check out how i roll mine

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

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

Committing incest it rundown trailers with fed checks,

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

And i'll be rich if i get another diss