This is a song about "My dog dying"

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

With my /dying breath ill be spitting them words like /flames*

You think this is my reviving, you can try dying, see how you like it

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Woof, bitch, top dog lay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays/

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays,

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

Fuck it grab my smg and cock it,cock a doodle doo now see whos dying

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

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