This is a song about "Quad feed"

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Hate is what you release, and thats what i feed

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

I'm wale, the prescription

To feed an addiction

Limitation to feed my creation,

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

But now i've been freed i continue to feed,

Feed me hip-hop and i start trembling

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring