This is a song about "Beer and the pole out to camp fishing feeling like gold"

Im like a devil rebel to the cocky jockey, you see me grindin mining all the gold

This verse may not be gold, it probably wont ever be sold, because this world is cold,

Feeling like the air is hard to breathe in

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

And never should you fear

Slanging and drinking beer.....

Everybody wants the gold and a place to spend it,

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Im getting a feeling now, motivation to go out and be the best that did it

Trapped by the #pipe feeling like theres nothing else to #life,

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Juggernaut pole vaulting to fame like actors

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

And that's the feeling i'm trying to describe in this song/