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

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

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

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

C'mere slut! (shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

I'm making moves, check my french

Non-fictional is my dog like go fetch

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Treat my lyrics like the fucking food you eat and i'll keep you,