This is a song about "Small dogs"

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

That the dogs in your neighbourhood lost their woof

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

I don't think it's right when the dogs come to pee

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Take him home, my dogs tail will start to wag

The shit that i spit is more

Or keep small it around four

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,