This is a song about "My husband jeff"

And her smile lit up the room

No groom husband, no bloom

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Grab my knife and my gun

It ain't where i been

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Im happier when high and drunk

My streaks my testament.

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

I think found where your mind was

You a young jeff bridges,