This is a song about "Being dawg out"

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Now fuck what ya sayy - dawg wheres the ladies

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

I can still call you out without being too specific,

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick