This is a song about "Dukes of hazzerd"

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Then we got out a dodge, like them dukes of hazzard

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Of potential cases

Thought this was forever love

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Return of the king of flow

Get you high, keep it on the low

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Wood chain with a jesus

The things im most scared of

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit