This is a song about "Queefa the dog"

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

After the dog is done his feast take him down to the river

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Or will i turn savage and live in the trees? maybe a dog to keep me company.

That track he also murdered, back then he was the dog that was considered under

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

And i listen to thought

No match to my flow, dog

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I'm a dog in the bedroom, call me husky cause i'm castin'

But forget the star’s report card dog, so what its shit,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet