This is a song about "Feed"

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

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

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

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

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Hate is what you release, and thats what i feed

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

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

Imma be like your mummy - just shut up and feed,

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet