This is a song about "Filter feeder"

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Lies floating in my head/ all the lies that she force feed/

Bitches mad, was eating on they sofa

It go microphone check, one, two, yola

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

In my herb shuttle with a white bitch feeling lustful

Limitation to feed my creation,

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

I'm finishing lines like a crackhead foaming at the mouth

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

They play musical chairs once i'm on that pedestal

Cork in a bottle ima send you out in a space shuttle