This is a song about "Bobby graves"

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

I work hard for everything i get

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Give us this day, our daily bread

That's what ricky bobby said

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Graves bear those names, and he died a soldier/

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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