This is a song about "Dog slut"

That's just the beginning of war

But she’s a slut she’s whore

Cause i break it out a lot

Or backing down, come here slut, let's talk/

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

I stab you in the gut and than fuck your slut

And hit the shit outta that slut or,

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

I love you though i'll still fuck

You fucking mutt, tell me, can a slut

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

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

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

But ya mouth's a god damn slut,