This is a song about "Dog baby"

Parents treat me like a baby

Do you think i'm crazy

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I got to be your baby

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

And i listen to thought

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

No match to my flow, dog

Cause i break it out a lot

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk

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

And i know love me baby

What them tippers don't see