This is a song about "The dog eats my food"

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Ain't scared of shit, got dog treats in my locker

That's words to my mama, since i wasn't a starter

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

The kind this kid eats/hit you wit fists n feet /2 ur lips n cheeks/

Knowing you can no longer party

With the dog comin’ to pee

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

My ideas bout to be in the marketplace like a dog shoo

I'm awfully dressed, i'm quiet with my food that's on the tray.

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Could have left him dead in the streets, fuck that i finna get some eats