This is a song about "Feed"

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Cause when i'm in the stable all the ponies i will feed

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

I wanna feed my babys kids

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Lies floating in my head/ all the lies that she force feed/

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

"son, the winner is the one you feed."

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

It will be just like the human centipede, id love to feed

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Cause when i'm in the stable all the ponies i will feed

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

The winner in the end is the one you feed.