This is a song about "Big dogs"

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Take him home, my dogs tail will start to wag

I promise i'mma call you back

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Are tearin' at the system, they released dogs and streets' police,

With two chicks, sadistic

Yeah my ego aint that big,

So drop the slam and let's get sick

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Sick of these flees jockin me, seem to be dogs with malaria!

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh