This is a song about "Fucking dogs"

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

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

Celebrate with other dogs at the bar, and chug til ya cant no more.

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

You bitch on my dick like dogs and thick

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Fucking nonexistent as my fucking competition

My homies are dogs so u best leave when they start barkin

A party on the stars bitch i'm farther than a martian

To fucking serious,

Good kids make bad grown ups

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Do ya hear me? i got ravenous rabid guard dogs