This is a song about "My loyal dawgs"

I'm done chasing you and being loyal

Tell your girls, to come join our table

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

For setting up traps

Then you're fucking confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Born in 86 been loyal ever since,your born that why and people hate but you

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

We original officially the most original

So i persist till every swish i duplicate, yeah i'm loyal