Fast life, good riddance. Tell em all I’ll be back in a minute. Cause they been talkin shit while I been sippin, On this crown and oh he must’ve been trippin. Take em to the lake straight out of existence. Out in the sticks, that boy don’t need a witness, cause hes a bitch, must’ve been a dumber than shit, to come and fuck wit a hick. Cause boy the woods real thick. And aye this some Hoosier national shit. x2 Call the police but that phone don’t ring cause ya deep in the spot where the county police, can’t go, don’t need no pistol, take this big rope, pick a oak tree, talkin shit will have ya all out on ya lonely. Ya See it’s very cold in indiana in February so fuck around and never get found. While I’m sittin safe and sound playin this beat and smokin this loud. Cause boy I’m outta Indiana where there ain’t really nothin to see. Except some corn rows, but if you go, down south in them trees. Just remember not to fuck with the d Deel. Bitch, it ain’t really nothin to me and my whole family. We get real lit puffin this green sippin this tea. Don’t need no lean. Follow your dreams. Never surrender and never retreat.