This is a song about "Hot dogs"

Do ya hear me? i got ravenous rabid guard dogs

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

So take the stage just show me what you got

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

You see i peeped it, pussy is power

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

If you had, one shot

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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

My homies are dogs so u best leave when they start barkin

And my wants will never settle,fuck a kennel,me and my dogs broke out,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I got a team full of dogs and the dogs bite,

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Are tearin' at the system, they released dogs and streets' police,