This is a song about "Gay dogs"

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Are tearin' at the system, they released dogs and streets' police,

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

You bitch on my dick like dogs and thick

Little gay looking boy

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

Myself as a prominent figure

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

That the dogs in your neighbourhood lost their woof

Dark side of town, baby mama blues