This is a song about "Dale evans roy rogers"

Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

Its young roy bitch i don't need no introduction

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

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

You saw roy with his head between two breasts,

And now the present got you struggling

Is young roy baby up and coming

Young roy be stunting , liars steady running

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

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