This is a song about "Dead dogs"

Now you wish i was dead,

Im trying to see her in bed

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

On they twitter writing novels, see

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

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

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Am like wolves like battling dogs but

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Do ya hear me? i got ravenous rabid guard dogs