This is a song about "Ill take you to the sahara"

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Until the day i die, ill try to give you the world.

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Why you crying? i promise ill take my time, relax

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

And if you tired of this beef ill show you to the doors

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

Ill win the battles, ill leave the sluts for you to woo

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You got a problem ill be the first guy to say you can prolly write it too

Ill take you to church to get the blessing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Now ill take my spot back at the seat i own

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

To you, ill take you out fishing an leave the sharks with something to chew, no rescue,