This is a song about "Dead dogs"

You bitch on my dick like dogs and thick

Superfly, opposite of basic

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

And my wants will never settle,fuck a kennel,me and my dogs broke out,

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Boom! now that she is dead

My voice make her wet

Kick back and know yo son set

Now you wish i was dead,

They giving pounds and that before get the money

I don't think it's right when the dogs come to pee

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

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

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