This is a song about "Hounds"

Knocking fuckas out, time to sleep, we hounds and your blood is a sign of meat

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Come back around and track 'em down like bassett hounds,

Once i lit a blunt you'll see thunderclouds along with the hell hounds

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

From the projects to the penthouse

And they still at it like hounds

Like a whole police k-9 unit filled with basset hounds,

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Hounds of hell gettin' hungry, you wanna hear 'em bark?

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Like police k-9 units filled with barking basset hounds,