This is a song about "Feeding"

Their remains are feeding the rodents

All we need is convienient love

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

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

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

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often