This is a song about "Red dog"

Everyone looking to me like i had it made dog,

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Kushed up and my eye red

Finding more light to shed

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

Jesus couldn't speak to me and change me, i'm satan, dog,

C'mere slut! (shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

They tryin to say that i don't care

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

Cause i break it out a lot

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Color your eyes alveolar red

Now your wrists are covered in red

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead