This is a song about "Dogg mates"

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Me and a few mates,pinging through the park and jumping a few gates

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

Took my heart away from money

Can't forget the rap-singers nate dogg and warren g,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

My brains the thing that pull it, mates be telling me to cool it

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

And tell all you mates that im killin you

But my mates said i'm a loser

And i just want to hold her

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

And listened to doggystyle when snoop dogg was puffin' lye,