This is a song about "Filter feeder"

Nowadays you look empty, ya love runnin on a low supply

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Lucky to the guys that experienced succession,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

A killer man cunning n straight can't figure me i'm pain giver sipping seas like river

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

She knew he was her supply, thought it better than to lie

I'm losing supply up on high that no lie and i'ma bout to apply for my old guy

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Gotta copper chopper, whatchin me as i soon become hopper,

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

Acquiring affluent abilities.

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Then some big-shot producer thought it was 'bout time,

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine