This is a song about "Dixon cider"

And im not hating on the black like i was dixon to merle

My heart'll turn pitch black and cold if i split with my girl

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Mixed with diluted cider brewed with, tools from al-qaeda units

Blue dixon running shoes hanging from laces,hearts pounding faster when

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again