This is a song about "Dog fights"

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Skinny cracker, i don't get in many fights...

Fuck a tape, fuck your broad

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

Where are you gonna go, dog

This some food for thought

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

In my life ive seen plenty of death and fights

Embarazo, and fights too,

If your man can't keep up wit you

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

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

This crap is just soft as dough, dog