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

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

Chillin' with homies and family

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Well i live for the haters

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

To feed us, she had to blow 'em in the street

African queen got what you need

Cause i'm grinding for this paper oblivious to the haters

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

"son, the winner is the one you feed."

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Cause when i'm in the stable all the ponies i will feed

Of a convertible elopin' to get married