This is a song about "Dog walking"

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

These dog bitches hungry

I be gettin' money

Call me a bitch call me a dog,

And i listen to thought

This some food for thought

No match to my flow, dog

No time to plot retreats

You're walking these streets,

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Inviting guess i'm walking out

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Where are you gonna go, dog