Dog in me
But not that of Pavlov
Swag boss forever
They can never claim
That my swag’s off
And when they drop the bags off
You’ll know fasho
The boy who directed culture
With his dad bod
Certainly claimed
With all of his strength
If you count me out
Then dawg, your math’s off!

Super goony
Hooter’s returning
I am something typical
Looters looting
Humor’s amusing
I am something spiritual
Lyrical like miracle whip
On a piece of bagel
Embodiment in flesh
Of tall tales, legends, myths, and fables
I’m able
To spit generic or something funky
The pure-hearted ones love me
It don’t bug me
That foos be bugging
Cause they wouldn’t feel a type of way
If you weren’t something
Your girl be bumping
My tunes
In her car
But so does your dad
Familiar ties can be something bizarre
I came far
Went the whole nine yards
And did even more
Repeated like a dumb kid
If you’re wondering
I provide neighborhood lores
Switch it up
Not like a transgender
But more like an underdog
That became a contender
I’m not a pretender
Y’all seen that tape with Lupi
In a COVID ramping world
You think I be afraid of cooties?
Truly goony
In every sense of the word
It occurred to me that I became a man
That’s everything she ever preferred
If you’ve been referred
You can rest assured
Fuego quality along with all of these
Funk, taste, soul, and wise analogies
Crafted into an emcee
That is like a combination of yams. Mac and cheese, and collard greens
And still offers you dessert
I’m kind and dope cause I know
There are those who still hope
When they’ve been mistreated and hurt
In the beginning was God
In the beginning was the Word