This is a song about "Dog poo"

Fuck a tape, fuck your broad

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Dont fuck wit the mack daddy or youll wind up shot, dead, and covered in poo!

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

It's like who gave you the choice to treat some of us like poo

And control this shit yourself dog.

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

The boa know they loving the crew

Heard you use to his house just to poo

My nigga banks just be ready for whatever

But yo shit poo and yo breathe smell like hamburger helper

Like a dog without paws,

Black fours red drop head doors

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

It's like who gave you the choice to treat some of us like poo