This is a song about "Cowboys and the open range"

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

And a drunk’ll get popped and i’ll open the do’

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

So i quit the bj and tell open those legs now,

Come and rap at me the door is open, be my guest

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

Its like being shot in the face, with a shotgun, from close range.

Open the blinds and he peeps

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

So go away forge for the lowers levels to beat and increase your wining range

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Never wanted the fame, just wanted the range

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

I make em open up and then the cream goes splatter