This is a song about "Dog diarrhea"

Fuck a tape, fuck your broad

And control this shit yourself dog.

You be in they call log

Where are you gonna go, dog

Only real niggas stay on top

Call me a bitch call me a dog,

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Every dog has it's day

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Separate us, from what jay brought

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

Timeless is word used by me, to describe the supernova of my rap diarrhea.

No match to my flow, dog

I love the way you walk