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

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

I got something you've been waiting for

With the dog comin’ to pee

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

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

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

I'm making moves, check my french

Non-fictional is my dog like go fetch

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans