This is a song about "Feed my children"

You find yourself thinking more about the children

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Tell my children don't worry, i'll be back in a flash

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

My children flew right by and damn, they look so fly.

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

To feed my belly i go round town, toastin the semi

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

Cause if i can't feed my son then please let me die,

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread