This is a song about "Feeding orphans weed"

Hungry for more at my hotel room there getting cock feeding

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Sometimes i think, what i need

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Feeding feins my words these nerds converse upon a curb

Put up and smoke that weed,

I keep my money neat

Keep feeding the beast attack you from underneath

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

I was wondering maybe

And junk food that's been feeding me.

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Feeding pieces of them to each other so they taste it