This is a song about "A kid and his dog"

And boastin cause i know this kid can't prove that his flow is smooth

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

This little kid grew up to be a weirdo on his own

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

It was a black and white puppy dog face sniffing me

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

And let the other man take a stand, set it off kid!

Lex luger, narcissist, the mirrors get excited

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Apartment with a wife and kid sat waitin'

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,

And i remember always running in the hallways as a kid,

Lincoln just said that to save the nationthese are lies that we all accepted

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

I was bitten by a dog in (two thousand and five)