This is a song about "Got to feed the machine"

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Mind's eye spinning, desperately trying to hit the jackpot slot machine

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

It will be just like the human centipede, id love to feed

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

I ain't got no cash to feed my ass, so i birdy sing

Then spray to the victims who goes against me,i'm the new death machine

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

His verses got hungry,so he will feed em up with the words,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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