This is a song about "Dogs and books"

An avid reader of grow books and homicides

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

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

This is just the first page in a series of books

Reading books on female anatomy for leisure

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

And my wants will never settle,fuck a kennel,me and my dogs broke out,

I don't think it's right when the dogs come to pee

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs