This is a song about "Jesse cox"

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

No need to coach me, i'm ambivalent

Make sure to give them my all

Don't shit in a box anymore,

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

They don't even want the beef i got the cattle running from me

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Before the gov't throws us into cages like we're cattle

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Ten years in an aluminum box

If footloose was a nascar driver, he'd be dale earnhardt

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard