This is a song about "Feeding your dog"

I hear your parents took you to a dog show, looks like you won.

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

And your grieving because you were fucking screwed dog…

Separate us, from what jay brought

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

Feeding my #addiction, breathing without thinking of #decisions,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Hungry for more at my hotel room there getting cock feeding

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

And my bank account look just like a phone card