This is a song about "Being bull"

Better than the last stack of bull crap

I know what you do with that

All this bull shit aint gonna stop me from chasing dreams

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

I stole what i got no receipts, its bull sellin rocks just to eat

But all yo get is bull crap

Pass that, catch back, fast that

After that moscato hit

This towns full of bull shit

Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

After the east and west bull shit escalate

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Like the saying goes mess with the bull and get the horns

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records