This is a song about "Basset hound"

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

S.w.a.t sick a hound on me for peeps and staring

Woo-hah, got you all in check

You have a hound on a lead,

The government tracks us down like basset hound echelons,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

You're a nasty ass hound,

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Truthfully ya'll are cool cats, but i'm a hound

You have a hound on a lead,

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Like police k-9 units filled with barking basset hounds,

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Sippin lemonade while holdin back a demon hound

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found