This is a song about "Course tractor"

Not drugs but the coin of course

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Now i got heart crushed again of course

I put these poems all in these songs

Pose, click, pose, click

Of course a lame gone make you sick

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

Of course this course comes at a cost, you of all

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Alcohol and booty calls

Unorthodox jukebox thats my course

Understand it yet of course you don't bitch

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch