This is a song about "Feed the revolution"

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Then take over the world and start a revolution,

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Lies floating in my head/ all the lies that she force feed/

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