This is a song about "Dog dump"

Get money, dump the riches

Out in la im fakin' hitting switches

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Your bars sound like u wrote while taking a dump

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

I need a fucking ladder to get outta this dump,

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

But im taking a dump on ur little beef punk

Looking at your money

These dog bitches hungry

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

Don’t like to see when she talk

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt