This is a song about "T dog"

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

True player, cory mo cold as hell

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Every dog has it's day

If you didn't know i feel this way

And control this shit yourself dog.

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Something wicked this way come

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared