This is a song about "Feed"

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Look, i tried to call it quits

I wanna feed my babys kids

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

That's quite some feat / lebron, that was a dumb feed

But now i've been freed i continue to feed,

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Limitation to feed my creation,