This is a song about "Course tractor"

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

But of course, it was a confusing circumstance/

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Would it alter the course of my history?/

Black fours red drop head doors

I be working hard man of course,

I snort cocaine so of course my brain's insane overall

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Now i got heart crushed again of course

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Of course i don't condone stealing for pleasure

My nigga banks just be ready for whatever

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money