This is a song about "Feeds"

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

And a needle that's injected feeds him intravenous fluid,

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Has a needle injected that feeds him intravenous fluid,

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Feeds him other peoples pets,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Eat the shit rap feeds me then regurgitate it on you critics,

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Has a needle injected that feeds him intravenous fluid,

In your ass like it feeds your appetite

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

And i doubt that ever change