This is a song about "Feeding orphans weed"

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Hungry for more at my hotel room there getting cock feeding

In needing of a feeding its stopping me from sleeping

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Feeding pieces of them to each other so they taste it

Put up and smoke that weed,

Nightmare on any street

Who be puffin that weed

From the back seat, back seat

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Adrenaline filled veins feeding a mind full of derogatory/

Feeding feins my words these nerds converse upon a curb

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward