This is a song about "Chole the fat dog"

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Attractive as gobstoppers to all the fat moms

You are the snow pissed on by my dog

Curl up like big worm when i drop

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

Because we're the top dog and your no match

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

Must of forgot that i lost my noggin long before the game dog,

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen