This is a song about "Dog farts"

Dc, man over money

These dog bitches hungry

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

But i've got all the farts, well contained

I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk

Everyone looking to me like i had it made dog,

Dirt dog, no tony romo

No, just put us on death row

They tryin to say that i don't care

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

Every dog has it's day

And we here to stay

But i've got all the farts, well contained

But they sold jello in the paint