This is a song about "Feeding"

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I make tracks for haters like i'm feeding the snakes,

In needing of a feeding its stopping me from sleeping

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

Keep feeding the beast attack you from underneath

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art