This is a song about "Mad dogs"

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Try to jack and i will attack

My niggas getting mad

Criticism doesn't make him mad

Saying they this and that

Am like wolves like battling dogs but

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Are tearin' at the system, they released dogs and streets' police,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Cause we done did that

Let the beat spin like mad

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist