This is a song about "Feed the haters to the dogs"

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Later bitches, i'm off to kill the haters,

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

I don't think it's right when the dogs come to pee

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

Well i live for the haters

Know just what you worth

Son i'll send you to the bleachers feed you to the sharks burn you like leeches

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

The winner in the end is the one you feed.