This is a song about "Hot dog ian"

And your grieving because you were fucking screwed dog…

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

That means i have no block

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

C'mere slut! (shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)

No match to my flow, dog

This some food for thought

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

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

Call me a bitch call me a dog,

Only real niggas stay on top

And never should you tear

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

I've got so much to say

Every dog has it's day