This is a song about "Hounds"

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

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

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

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

From the projects to the penthouse

And they still at it like hounds

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

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

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

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

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

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

Trapped in the projectsand the jury finds you guilty on all accounts

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