This is a song about "Dead dogs"

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

That the dogs in your neighbourhood lost their woof

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Woo-hah, got you all in check

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

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

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

It's real dog, i live in the fire

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

I need a jail house to free my dogs