This is a song about "Quad dog"

Every dog has it's day

She can't know where my mother stay

Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Every dog has its day that aint essential

You are the snow pissed on by my dog

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

That happen to act like a black president

Use dog shit to mask your fucking scent

Is written in our souls, africa

I'm the top dog, so sit, bruh, ha!

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

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