This is a song about "Dog attack"

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

Don’t like to see when she talk

No match to my flow, dog

Naked woman rub my back

Feel my wrath of attack

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//

Lpog's on the attack, and just know that we attack

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Thinking of ways i might attack

May just gon' bring hobo back

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Enjoy as i attack

You know, work that