This is a song about "Bull dogs"

But c-can't look up in that mirror

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

If i'm athiest, i'm athiest, so please stop imposing bull.

But all yo get is bull crap

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

I've been through all the bull, switch formation

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

I got a team full of dogs and the dogs bite,

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

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

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Better than the last stack of bull crap