This is a song about "Charlie the dog"

I'm a dog in the bedroom, call me husky cause i'm castin'

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

Than charlie sheen with his good old liquor

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

But lucifer's the one that wanted you, he threw the dog a bone,

Because we're the top dog and your no match

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

But forget the star’s report card dog, so what its shit,

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

After the dog is done his feast take him down to the river

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

My dog is gay - here n' queerlike gary coleman, im the coal mine,