This is a song about "Chesee dogs"

You heard knowledge is power

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

My homies are dogs so u best leave when they start barkin

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

You bitch on my dick like dogs and thick

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

You found a prince without losing slippers or kissing frogs

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

That the dogs in your neighbourhood lost their woof

Rollin with my dogs i'm chiefin' on some long beach

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech