This is a song about "Shoulders"

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

Lone soldier holds stone boulders on cold shoulders,

But so much stress in our shoulders like a veteran tours,

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

No jackets were on our shoulders

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

But i ain't holding back even though it left my shoulders crushed,

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

If you were standing next to me i just get the cold shoulders

Just these words crying over shoulders,

Singing my life with his words