This is a song about "Prairie dogs"

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Are tearin' at the system, they released dogs and streets' police,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

I need a jail house to free my dogs

When i’m looking in the mirror

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

And my wants will never settle,fuck a kennel,me and my dogs broke out,

Rollin with my dogs i'm chiefin' on some long beach

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Do ya hear me? i got ravenous rabid guard dogs