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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Marshall, come on we'll watch the game, it's the cowboys and buccaneers

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

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

We chief on loud like indians and my crews strapped up like cowboys

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

Kick open the door and settle the score

Open up the lids of your eyes and realize the ominous,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

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

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

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

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