This is a song about "Hot dog ian"

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

Barking dog rose from the ashes

Don’t you be holding back, your love

So close i could give flip a play

Every dog has it's day

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Don’t like to see when she talk

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

In the limelight being red hot

You see him as a god

Kirko paint her walls

Like a dog without paws,