This is a song about "K9 feeder"

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Spinning but it stays alive in the rotation spread like a virus

You can pick the next room

Self made bitch im coming soon.

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

Lyrics fire and induce you in rapid succession

Im a human meat eater

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Hit him with the four or the pistol in the drawer

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Thats why i do this for my fuckin self

As i declip this bottle of lubrication, spin on the spot in rotation, squeeze,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

I pick up the bowl and walk over to the drawer

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more