This is a song about "Stray dogs on the street"

I got a team full of dogs and the dogs bite,

Cause everythang gonna be alright

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Girls on the street asking for numbers

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock

Kinda makes your mind stray - on that real shit though

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

Private plane, my seat recline

Rob you on the street with the nine

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

You should keep an eye out for who's around on the street

Got my j's on my feet as i'm walking down the street

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed