This is a song about "The fed"

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

I looked to the skies with my eyes for answers realizing i was fed lies my whole life

Tied up no squeaks fed em for weeks in the cement cellar," heather i'm steve

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Then i fed her pecker against the dry wall

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

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

The rest gets set in my blender to be fed to my irish setter

And everything is purple

Plus we're fed lies by the news people

The poor are in deep water but tread first and are fed dirt

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired

Well aren't you getting fed up

Money i make em buck