This is a song about "Rita my dog"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Ain't scared of shit, got dog treats in my locker

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I treat just like my dog so go ahead and get tamed

Cause i break it out a lot

And control this shit yourself dog.

Woof, bitch, top dog lay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top