This is a song about "My dawgs"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

And all she wants is to dance

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

And i got seven dawgs on call so i know its all good

So keep fronting till my peeps come

My words are my rhythm

Secret society all we ask is trust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My wondrous success bombs my regrets