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

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

You sold him out he was most wanted on the cia

You ll still be a prize winner

She should have invited her

You ll catch some mean lumps

Real light jab to opponents

He will show you everything but dont want you to be better than him

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

It's obvious i'm crazy

But follow me if you see

They wonder why he dissed him

Oh, you look like my next victim

You better pray to jesus once i go and feed you bullets

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks