This is a song about "Kill feed"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Cause when i'm in the stable all the ponies i will feed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Imma be like your mummy - just shut up and feed,

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

But hey yo look, money from across the street

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Don't want to feed the jews,

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

It will be just like the human centipede, id love to feed