This is a song about "Feed the revolution"

"son, the winner is the one you feed."

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

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

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

It will be just like the human centipede, id love to feed

Don't want to feed the jews,

Kill the jungle let the cats loose