This is a song about "Feed the beast"

Patroling for the beast

Once the message released

From the torture of others, they feed it/

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

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

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Opposite coast from the beast,

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

It feels to me that only way to free the beast

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

I’m the beast and you’re the beauty

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Cause when i'm in the stable all the ponies i will feed

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed