This is a song about "Feeding"

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Rural trailer parks, suburban apartments, they're feeding ya,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

In needing of a feeding its stopping me from sleeping

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

As i nibble on the nipple that's feeding me these symbols

Feeding feins my words these nerds converse upon a curb

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

By feeding us these images, of bloody death and porno clips,