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

To feed my belly i go round town, toastin the semi

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I'm just a cog in the machine,

It's roc nation, this my team

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

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

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Son i'll send you to the bleachers feed you to the sharks burn you like leeches

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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