This is a song about "Feed him once he ll follow you home"

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

That nigga that feed you you better watch watch what he do

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Spiting on, don't give him a hand, fuck him he doesn't got what you got

His bars so sweet i'm just wishing he would feed us

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Dad said you never come home and visit him

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

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

The revolution will proceed

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Ll me but i'm still me, now you know the real me.

You ll catch some mean lumps

Real light jab to opponents