This is a song about "Small dogs"

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,

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Should read the small print here's a small hint,

If you feel it, it must be real just

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

You found a prince without losing slippers or kissing frogs

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Sick of these flees jockin me, seem to be dogs with malaria!

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My homies are dogs so u best leave when they start barkin

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call