This is a song about "Dale evans roy rogers"

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

If footloose was a nascar driver, he'd be dale earnhardt

Young roy to another nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Young roy be stunting , liars steady running

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

Its young roy bitch i don't need no introduction

Young roy the fuckin man

Still the man with the pan

I'm trying to go psychological with the rogers to shoot ya inside ya nose

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Nascar’s on bitch, i’m the rap version of dale earnhardt

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

You saw roy with his head between two breasts,