This is a song about "Cowman"

Here they keep a rachet close

Whilst i glide with black crows,

Now the old me is back

Top dropped down, black on black

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

And boy they did flock; can't believe this little hick locked

And even buy you a bottle

I have taken raps goat title

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

Yesterday my dog died, i hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow

That's my old days role plays

Caught in a maze

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll