This is a song about "Bull conor"

Time after time, again and again

No need for a call to the bull pen

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Ignorance is bless? shit about the fact that's all bull shit.

I deal with bull with the sheet,

Cause they right down the street

Better than the last stack of bull crap

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Hear some bull that some dude mumble

I'm modest, and humble

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

All this bull shit aint gonna stop me from chasing dreams

Back and forth with this bull shit is this the prophecy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Like the saying goes mess with the bull and get the horns