This is a song about "Dead dog"

Everyone looking to me like i had it made dog,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Dirt dog, no tony romo

You are the snow pissed on by my dog

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

With the dog comin’ to pee

She going to borrow some money

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

You foogazie, boss up, boss up with your time dog

Even when my dreams are dead

Give us this day, our daily bread

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Dead , shot etc