This is a song about "Bobby getting mid picked"

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Supposing career wise i'd picked hip hop

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

That's what ricky bobby said

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

And i doubt that ever change

Picked up my pen and wrote a page,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

No fucks given to any body ill be shaking and baking like ricky bobby

Picked up the tape, the whole tv too

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

From a kid rock, insane clown posse concert in mid oc-tober

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her