This is a song about "Hitler putting down his dog"

Put a rapper in his place and slam my car hood down,on his skull,

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

Looking down there he was, plumped down on his rump

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Thats true you always putting it down and always

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Without even putting anything on his dick,

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Isn't gonna happen no mo, we're putting our foots down

This my album, and when your parents try to come around