This is a song about "Dogs"

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

My homies are dogs so u best leave when they start barkin

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Take him home, my dogs tail will start to wag

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Make room for the groom married to his music

You bitch on my dick like dogs and thick

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Are tearin' at the system, they released dogs and streets' police,

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I need a jail house to free my dogs

Am like wolves like battling dogs but

We're young and we don't give a fuck