This is a song about "Bobby getting mid picked"

I was twelve when the gunned you

Picked up the tape, the whole tv too

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

Why e.d.iprovide shit, fo tha needyand take from tha greedykadafi, is not sloppy

Just searching for the perfect shot

Supposing career wise i'd picked hip hop

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

But here i am, ricky bobby, shake and bake it

Mid-state and green it seems, is where all my niggaz be

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee