This is a song about "Giving in to a dog"

But in that that rapper illness i was not in a flying flock but i was a survivor hawk

And god forbid i see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog

With a rich bitch giving me head, sat on the blower to mallower back in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Woke up in the mornin giving thanks to god,

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

If not i'll be in a rage at the world in which i'm caged like in a dog pound

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I'm a dog in the bedroom, call me husky cause i'm castin'

I love the way you walk

Call me a bitch call me a dog,

Like a dog without paws,

Kirko paint her walls

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Like a starving dog being treated in a clinic.