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

No it ain't easy

Of bad bitches and good tree

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs

I can make it rain

I'm full of sin and shame

Innovative and i'm made of rubber

Catchdubs you a motherfucker

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

All of the advantage and possibilities

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

And the significance of cops

We're educating with myths

We buy cars, y’all flip whips