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

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

I got a team full of dogs and the dogs bite,

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

So you finally got the nerve

Well i live for the haters

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Y’all feed it to the preacher’s mouth and call it christianity

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

And talking shit we gon' party all day

Fuck what the haters have to say