This is a song about "Feed the revolution"

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

I seem to love these whips - a white

But what do they feed you on the inside

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Or for a revolution

Visions, dreams of passion

Duck duck, say goose

Don't want to feed the jews,

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.