This is a song about "Con dog"

Okay man you do the drop

Where are you gonna go, dog

My raps thee bomb call me d-con i servin u vermin some venom

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Ready for my long con to be finally done/

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

Every dog has it's day

Take me away away

Con-fubled, mind muddled.

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Every dog has its day that aint essential

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Like a dog without paws,

It ain't gon' be no back and forth