This is a song about "Dead dogs"

You could say i'm friends with fred

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Do ya hear me? i got ravenous rabid guard dogs

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

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

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box