This is a song about "Bobby graves"

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

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

Knowing you can no longer party

Bobby knight be coachin us

Cause my thing something vicious

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

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

That he found in a cave, then showed em to their graves!

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

Walk that body, talk that body