This is a song about "Hit dogs"

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

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

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

Understand how i planned to hit

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit

N ur her puke who use to look us fck outa d dogs plate,

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Mastermind jenks back with another hit