This is a song about "Feed"

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Limitation to feed my creation,

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

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

Cause i got a daughter to feed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Hate is what you release, and thats what i feed

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete