This is a song about "Dickhead dog"

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Every dog has it's day

Don’t like to see when she talk

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

You are the snow pissed on by my dog

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

C'mere slut! (shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)

Jesus couldn't speak to me and change me, i'm satan, dog,

Do i condone it or is this some kind of small talk

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Use dog shit to mask your fucking scent

Only real niggas stay on top

Where are you gonna go, dog