This is a song about "Hank the dog"

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

They was gonna find his dog, the boy cried

I'm the top dog, so sit, bruh, ha!

Is written in our souls, africa

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Cutting shit up i got a tucked saw zaw what the fucks up law dog

When the case is on me fight like a dog, call me michael vick,

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Or will i turn savage and live in the trees? maybe a dog to keep me company.

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

After the dog is done his feast take him down to the river

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

Now you say that i'm a cannibal like hannibal off of the silence of the lambs god damn dog,

Always keep a goalie on on me, i ain't for that maury talk

Must of forgot that i lost my noggin long before the game dog,