This is a song about "Feeding"

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,

And an attitude, cuz imma badder dude, feeding the rap fiends

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Or you'll drive me crazy

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

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

Their remains are feeding the rodents

All we need is convienient love

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Hungry for more at my hotel room there getting cock feeding