This is a song about "Dukes of hazzerd"

Top of my pile of bodies

Gotta go, let her leave

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Hope all over again, we can start

So now i'm on this bender of all sorts of

And i ain't never plan to be famous

I need a backyard full court size

Of the book of your life

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Huh, got to get better with time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Of being of always getting wired

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world