This is a song about "Weiner dogs"

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

It’s knowin’ it’s over

My homies are dogs so u best leave when they start barkin

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

I don't think it's right when the dogs come to pee

We got money to go get baby

Celebrate with other dogs at the bar, and chug til ya cant no more.

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Sick of these flees jockin me, seem to be dogs with malaria!

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Are tearin' at the system, they released dogs and streets' police,

And i did the video for really though

Slammin that puss makes my weiner grow