Hell of a day to load a 22 and take it to the woods
And then bring it to a body
And somebody muthaf-cka not in solitary thinks it missin' from my
Manage to take a Cheverolet run up through the muthaf-cking mud, forget it
Hell of son of a b**h my momma raised into a rapper who could tell a story like my uncle when he's drinking
Product of a working environment, f-ck is y'all thinking
Meaning I'm working working harder than any artist could ever do it, simply cause I'm made that way
I run a house around ya a** before you could realise that you in a neighbourhood that Yelawolf made
So call me a relic and tell ya boys 'bout it tell 'em I'm an Alabama wanabe
I be there, I just take it to the studio and just drop a bomb on it from a muthaf-cking beanie bag. I need that
Shady!