This is a song about "The fed"

Then i fed her pecker against the dry wall

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Your raps are like orphans who havn't been fed

Coat hangers on a bed/ ideas passing, keeping fed/

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

The same medicine you fed us and all you're gonna see is red

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

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

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

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

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Gladiator fed to lions

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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