This is a song about "Dead dogs"

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

That rap is mostly dead/

Holla out my set

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

You bitch on my dick like dogs and thick

If your man want to bet

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Do ya hear me? i got ravenous rabid guard dogs

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,