This is a song about "Feeding hong kong"

Feeding on you're brain driving insane till you get you're next one

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Stop feeding so much sugar to ya damn kids

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Jump posing a kong-fu kick,

Keep feeding the beast attack you from underneath

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

I'll still call my life the #king #kong victory

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Master at beer pong coming from hong kong

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

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