This is a song about "Oscar meyor hot dogs"

Cause i'm always served hot

I fucking hate this job

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Am like wolves like battling dogs but

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

Baby, you know who you are

Winning an oscar as i'm preaching my embers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Sick of these flees jockin me, seem to be dogs with malaria!

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

In the limelight being red hot