This is a song about "Dirk strider"

I put one foot in front of the other

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

So before you post better think ahead,

Baby, you got that super bass

Got my foot on the gas

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

Post cards and my letters

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

I got freakin ghost rider temperature minus nicholas cage

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours