This is a song about "Wilson the dog"

Curl up like big worm when i drop

No match to my flow, dog

That track he also murdered, back then he was the dog that was considered under

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

The science and the art, africa

I'm the top dog, so sit, bruh, ha!

It was just another party

With the dog comin’ to pee

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

With some white dust from wings i crushed back in the knack/ and a rack of spices i pour on top/

Now you say that i'm a cannibal like hannibal off of the silence of the lambs god damn dog,

I'm a dog in the bedroom, call me husky cause i'm castin'

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

But forget the star’s report card dog, so what its shit,

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit