This is a song about "Filter feeder"

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

But fuck that i gotta bottle opener

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

You deserve more than a smashed bottle of vodka,

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Why am i back to shooting up again?

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

Your our provider

Say bye bye to her

Reaches for the razor in the dresser drawer, oh god this can't be good

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Next the homeless he see's as filthy rats, he's got a rack set up,

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Kay we're back, up all night, kinda pensive

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says