This is a song about "Myths and realites of cowboys"

Ima let her be by herself in peace

And criticism of contemporaries

Land of the burgers and fries,

Because i see right through your disguise

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Marshall, come on we'll watch the game, it's the cowboys and buccaneers

And get out of my light,

On that red-eyed kush flight

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

And the significance of cops

Cause there could never be peace

Made of sized plies and pleas

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs