This is a song about "Hot dog ian"

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

And your grieving because you were fucking screwed dog…

And i listen to thought

And control this shit yourself dog.

Barking dog rose from the ashes

The way she walks and causes a fuss

What them tippers don't see

These dog bitches hungry

Okay man you do the drop

No match to my flow, dog

Cause i'm always served hot

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

In the limelight being red hot

As long as we're cooperating with god

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,