This is a song about "Course tractor"

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Of course i don't condone stealing for pleasure

The beat running its course

Where would i be without my dogs

I be working hard man of course,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Would it alter the course of my history?/

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Okay man you do the drop