This is a song about "Filter feeder"

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Drinkin from the bottle til they wobble, don't start yo

Without her i'd be lost..being with her comes at a cost..thoughts of losing her haunt me the most/

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Keep feeding the beast attack you from underneath

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Stop feeding so much sugar to ya damn kids

Spitting fire without condoms the in pop filter

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

I spread nightmares while you sleep call me the terror breeder,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

On the dock sittin' while liquor bottle sippin'