This is a song about "My shitty dog and hit fleas"

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

I smoke and let the tree talk

No match to my flow, dog

Level 10 and you ain't even on my hit list,

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

If you gonna do it, do it nigga

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Man i spit that pimp talk

And control this shit yourself dog.

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

But i got these shitty jobs, and look at me, i’m educated,

I'm bout to vick em and then take em to my dog pound

I heard ya lost do you know your way around