This is a song about "The fed"

For now everything just seem so right

Fed the bitch pesticides and let the pest decide

And please never disrespect my set

Fed to his pet zombie, ted!

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

Is the one that kept you happy and fed... h

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

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

Influenza virus. i'll have you fed

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

Then i fed her pecker against the dry wall

Gladiator fed to lions

She likes the way it hits her lips