This is a song about "Feed"

I can always go home and look down my street

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

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

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

I wanna feed my babys kids

Limitation to feed my creation,

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed