This is a song about "Hotdog"

See rap, it works to calm me when i'm spaced out like captain kirk,

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk

Fucked him over in the deal and he works for me ever since

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

//instrumental works well with the flow- wish there was more of a 'clap' in the beat

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Don’t like to see when she talk

You are the snow pissed on by my dog

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

I'll be frank n stine you like goosebumps,

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Pushin the hotdog handcart with explosives strapped under it

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed