This is a song about "Dicked on"

Try not to lead her on

New message from mom

I could go on and on and on for hours,

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Now im getting them on

Feel your chest on top on

When you took my hand up so calm

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

Relying on myself

And if you pay for that yourself

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

But respect is more real, and ambition the key