This is a song about "The fed"

I dont even know you, and i am fed

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

It's a sad mess always wanting to be hand fed

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

You're fed up with the way things are going, you're poor and sick and tired

Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; i flip big boulders

Im fed up with lives problems case of the cold shoulders/

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Don't believe that shit that we've been fed

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

Fed the bitch pesticides and let the pest decide

I am so fed up with all of the bullshit,

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Don't we all want to live, be loved, have our mouths fed,

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead