This is a song about "Wreking bull"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Cutting the bull like me and the blade double teaming the ox

I deal with bull with the sheet,

I’m way harder than the concrete

Like the saying goes mess with the bull and get the horns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

My mind full of lesions left behind the bull shit reasons

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

And non-nigga friends got it with him

I've been through all the bull, switch formation