This is a song about "Clovers"

So i keep lining my pockets with 4 leaf clovers

The game is rigged, they buy up all the voters

Throw salt over my shoulder, and season my luck with some lucky clovers

And they always said that beauty's in the eye of beholders

Hell be picking big boulders breaking his shoulders pulling the rollers

Im something tough to find got 4 leaves in a field of clovers