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

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

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

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

Don't want to feed the jews,

With women with issues

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

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

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

"son, the winner is the one you feed."

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need