This is a song about "Top dawg"

Bank on that shit dawg i'm stroking my knob.

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

It's fuckin' cold dawg, i think i might make freaky scenes,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

But you like that hugh?go raw dawg on your pussycat

Cuz when i spit it, dawg shiit, i felt like a gimmick

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Now fuck what ya sayy - dawg wheres the ladies

I floss dawg and i stay wit my jewels on.

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

The hit's on, this shit's on, dawg better beware