This is a song about "Cool dog"

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

But she forgot about the golden rule

The hostile picasso, but played it cool

Man i spit that pimp talk

And control this shit yourself dog.

Only real niggas stay on top

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

At first i thought you were cool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Being able to collab is so cool

Then you look like a fucking fool

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

Even then sluts thought "damn hes cool"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool