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

Yeah i know we never got to meet

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

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I got mouths to feed wanna buy a house and a couple cars

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Of weed, then i'm a have to greed. proceed to the next stage and a feed a seed

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

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