This is a song about "Dog butter"

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

Where i found a butter knife, it was dull but different.

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Where are you gonna go, dog

Only real niggas stay on top

When we not in summer

Melt this track like butter

Call me a bitch call me a dog,

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money