This is a song about "Hit dogs"

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Try to hit us , we hit back

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Do ya hear me? i got ravenous rabid guard dogs

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

And my wants will never settle,fuck a kennel,me and my dogs broke out,

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about