This is a song about "Dogs and books"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

This is just the first page in a series of books

You bitch on my dick like dogs and thick

On trial for possession of some chronic

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I need a jail house to free my dogs

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Celebrate with other dogs at the bar, and chug til ya cant no more.

Whoever's writing my books using permanent

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Got ma head in da books

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

For the record, this not in the books

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours