This is a song about "Mccormick county"

Even if i die i'll roll up riding a golden hearse

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Yeah, riding around with that reefer scent

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Verse writing, hearse riding,

I was born to do the damn thing

Im here but my mind is in another state

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Like she's a part of the commonwealth!

I can taste the salt from my tears

They've bordered and conquered the fallen provinces

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones