This is a song about "Chesee dogs"

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

N ur her puke who use to look us fck outa d dogs plate,

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

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

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

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

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth