This is a song about "Dogs girls"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

That the dogs in your neighbourhood lost their woof

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

We should appreciate the girls

Let's enjoy our younger years

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Take him home, my dogs tail will start to wag

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

Rollin with my dogs i'm chiefin' on some long beach