This is a song about "Dog cunts"

I'm the king of england and you cunts have been told

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

These dog bitches hungry

Hey, must be the money

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

And control this shit yourself dog.

That cellphone that i bought

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Preaching to the choir though

Dirt dog, no tony romo

Now i can draw your face up pretty

With the dog comin’ to pee