This is a song about "Dead dogs"

As far as being hard, i feel i’m somewhere near medusa

Ya dogs neutered im smoother then the head of a buddha

Am like wolves like battling dogs but

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Dead , shot etc

Your gonna be on top nigga

That the dogs in your neighbourhood lost their woof

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

You found a prince without losing slippers or kissing frogs

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

Now you wish i was dead,

My god come before this bread