This is a song about "Hot dog"

No match to my flow, dog

And i listen to thought

In the limelight being red hot

Fuck that job been around that block

Put my trust in my god

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

Right, now you say you don't care

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

I though i was red hot

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Best be prepared for the outlaws

Like a dog without paws,

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

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Looking at your money

These dog bitches hungry