This is a song about "Feed my children"

So flee this beef children,

So now she picks up the gun

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I ain't got no cash to feed my ass, so i birdy sing

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

#pitiful rappers attackin the masters, givin me reason to feed my murderous tendencies

Watch me open up my mouth so you can feed them to the furnace

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

I wanna feed my babys kids