This is a song about "Fog"

I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk

Getting pissed off because everything is one big fog.

A bitch ain't nothin' but a dog

My rhymes get you lost like your in a fog

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Static in my brain gone, and the fog slightly cleared,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

The underdogs that live under the fog

That cellphone that i bought

Make the ladies' panties fog

Fading into the fog just another name in the log of the city registrar

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star