This is a song about "Foggy dog"

Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver

I'm a forest walker, foggy talker, cold morning proper

And control this shit yourself dog.

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

You foogazie, boss up, boss up with your time dog

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Breathing heavy foggy from steam

Where are you gonna go, dog

That cellphone that i bought

Kill him and raise up from the dead like a zombie, mist is thick and foggy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I smoke and let the tree talk

No match to my flow, dog