This is a song about "Kill dogs"

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

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

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Ive got no license to kill

You bitch on my dick like dogs and thick

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

But,my raps scar and kill,

As i light one for ill will

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

And you know i paint that picture

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

Is not far from white girls with big bread