This is a song about "Fat dogs"

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

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

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

All the time with this glock of mines

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

To move along, it's even harder

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

Do ya hear me? i got ravenous rabid guard dogs

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

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

I need a jail house to free my dogs

Bitch got all them booty shots

Take him home, my dogs tail will start to wag

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back