This is a song about "Taking care of cows"

And i know that your supply

You gone take care of my

Tears that our fore fathers cry

You gone take care of my

My ghetto’s full of tough brainless thugs who taking drugs,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Like taking off a sheer hundred pounds of nothing but weight,

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Who was at my house taking care of dying granny

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

That my stomach's in need of emergency care,

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

To half of clowns and fucking cows

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

Incapable of the weight i was taking,