This is a song about "Bobby graves"

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

And all women who had light features, see

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

That's what ricky bobby said

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

I see graves with your names on 'em your belongings i'll pawn 'em

These backpackers and whack rappers i'm sending to graves,

I like my friends imaginary with no names