This is a song about "Elvis the dog"

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

And macgruff the crime dog couldn't piece you together,

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

When the case is on me fight like a dog, call me michael vick,

And now that i’m getting money

With the dog comin’ to pee

Now you say that i'm a cannibal like hannibal off of the silence of the lambs god damn dog,

With some white dust from wings i crushed back in the knack/ and a rack of spices i pour on top/

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

If i had the money dog, id probably buy you a pony

They claim it as their own, africa

I'm the top dog, so sit, bruh, ha!