This is a song about "Chole the fat dog"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

Cutting shit up i got a tucked saw zaw what the fucks up law dog

Always keep a goalie on on me, i ain't for that maury talk

To make karma come faster than she normally will

All the fat bitches at the bar will probably grab the bill

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Throwin up the tre got a fat ass in my way

You don't mean that, you faggot

Some of the fat dick, nigga dont trip