This is a song about "Trashy mad diggity dog"

Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Jesus couldn't speak to me and change me, i'm satan, dog,

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

And control this shit yourself dog.

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

Criticism doesn't make him mad

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

And i listen to thought

This crap is just soft as dough, dog