This is a song about "My dead dog"

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Still got my future ahead, should be happy i'm not dead

My dog is gay - here n' queerlike gary coleman, im the coal mine,

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

My ideas bout to be in the marketplace like a dog shoo

No match to my flow, dog

You be in they call log

If you see my dog, don’t play no pong

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Non-fictional is my dog like go fetch

I'm making moves, check my french

And to prove it i can be virgin to my fucking dead.

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet