This is a song about "The backcountry"

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Hate it when i leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

She can make a pimp fall in love

Where the fuck the chorus

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Saw the bombs on the news

Down the street to the car,

I don’t care where ya are