This is a song about "Bull conor"

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Better than the last stack of bull crap

This towns full of bull shit

You don't mean that, you faggot

Back and forth with this bull shit is this the prophecy

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

No longer with the bull shit , ill react with no regret.

But reality shows ain't real

Big bull, mad rapper with balls of steel

I deal with bull with the sheet,

I’m way harder than the concrete

Guess what i can bull too even though i've even rider one

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine