This is a song about "Feeding orphans weed"

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Feeding my #addiction, breathing without thinking of #decisions,

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

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

It's hard to care about the poor with everything they're feeding ya,

Who be puffin that weed

I’m way harder than the concrete

Keep feeding the beast attack you from underneath

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

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Third ward general, young cash money

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

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