Mariah Carey

Told that bitch I'm a dog what you really want from me

I got it out the mud, that's why my cup be so muddy

Big old blunts, I just like my dutch chubby

I'm from the Eastside, baby I would not trust me

If I don't make it into heaven, then at least we gave them hell

This is for them days I only had a dollar and a shell

I was rolling hopes and dreams, I was taking all the L's

Blowing chlorophyll, free my dog up out that cell

If these walls could talk they'd probably say I'm going through it

Violence ain't the answer but sometimes its the solution

And I am not a rapper carve my pain out over music