This is a song about "My dog named fat hurmuit"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Ain't scared of shit, got dog treats in my locker

My mark starts via a vita to leave a fat dent,

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

I treat just like my dog so go ahead and get tamed

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

C'mere slut! (shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Let me rideuntil i get free

Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice