This is a song about "Hound"

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

I will find you no matter where you go like a hound

Slaughtering all you clowns, i'm lyrically profound, a hound,

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

The government tracks us down like basset hound echelons,

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

S.w.a.t sick a hound on me for peeps and staring

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

You have a hound on a lead,

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

I'll hound you till your murked when i sickly spit

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Reason she's found to hound today or whenever.