This is a song about "Snoop dog weed"

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

'fore you come up missin' like snoop-dogg's police files.

Call me a bitch call me a dog,

That cellphone that i bought

You ain't a crip like snoop you ain't a blood like game

I wanted the money and never the fame

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

Where are you gonna go, dog

Let me see you walk

No match to my flow, dog

Ha, okay that 90210 talk