This is a song about "Quad feed"

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Wait, now it's about eight something

Feed me hip-hop and i start trembling

Gin makes me sin

To feed an addiction

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Limitation to feed my creation,

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed