This is a song about "Corn dogs"

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

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

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

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

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

She was the queen of the club

Am like wolves like battling dogs but

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth

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

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

And non-nigga friends got it with him