This is a song about "Dog abuse"

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Call me a bitch call me a dog,

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

Where are you gonna go, dog

And i listen to thought