In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Cadillac grills, Cadillac mill's
Check out the oil my Cadillac spills
Matter of fact, candy paint Cadillacs kill
So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills
20 inch wide, 20 inche high
Ho, don't you like my 20 inch ride?
20 inch thighs make 20inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass clothes, pretty ass toes
Oh, how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass, high class, anything goes
Catch 'em in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows
Long john drawers, long john stalls
Any stank puss' make my long john pause
Women on their cell making long john calls
And if they like to juggle, get long john's balls
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
Dirty South mind blowing Dirty South bread
Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed
Sleep in a cot'-picking Dirty South bed
Dirty South girls gimme Dirty South head
Hand me down flip-flops, hand me down socks
Hand me down drug dealers hand me down rocks
Hand me down a 50 pack Swisher Sweets box
And goodfella rich niggas hand me down stocks
Mouth full of platinum, mouth full of gold
.40 Glock cal' keep your mouth on hold
Lie through your teeth, you could find your mouth cold
And rip out your tongue 'cause of what your mouth told
Sweat for the lemonade, sweat for the tea
Sweat from the hot sauce, sweat from the D
And you can sweat from a burn in the third-degree
And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
Hit by stars, hit by cars
Drunk off the liquor getting hit by bars
Keep your girl close 'cause she's hit by far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars
Afro picks, Afro chicks
I let my "Soul Glow" from my Afro dick
Rabbit out the hat pulling Afro tricks
Afro-American, Afro thick
Overall country, overall jeans
Overall Georgia, we overall clean
Southern hospitality or overall mean
Overall triple, overall beams
Thugged out niggas wearin' thugged out chains
Thugged out blocks playin' thugged out games
All black, tinted up thugged out Range
DTP stay doing thugged out thangs
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
(Nigga, throw them 'bows)
(Nigga, throw them 'bows)
(Nigga, throw them 'bows)
(Nigga, throw them 'bows)
Check out the oil my Cadillac spills
Matter of fact, candy paint Cadillacs kill
So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills
20 inch wide, 20 inche high
Ho, don't you like my 20 inch ride?
20 inch thighs make 20inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass clothes, pretty ass toes
Oh, how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass, high class, anything goes
Catch 'em in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows
Long john drawers, long john stalls
Any stank puss' make my long john pause
Women on their cell making long john calls
And if they like to juggle, get long john's balls
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
Dirty South mind blowing Dirty South bread
Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed
Sleep in a cot'-picking Dirty South bed
Dirty South girls gimme Dirty South head
Hand me down flip-flops, hand me down socks
Hand me down drug dealers hand me down rocks
Hand me down a 50 pack Swisher Sweets box
And goodfella rich niggas hand me down stocks
Mouth full of platinum, mouth full of gold
.40 Glock cal' keep your mouth on hold
Lie through your teeth, you could find your mouth cold
And rip out your tongue 'cause of what your mouth told
Sweat for the lemonade, sweat for the tea
Sweat from the hot sauce, sweat from the D
And you can sweat from a burn in the third-degree
And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
Hit by stars, hit by cars
Drunk off the liquor getting hit by bars
Keep your girl close 'cause she's hit by far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars
Afro picks, Afro chicks
I let my "Soul Glow" from my Afro dick
Rabbit out the hat pulling Afro tricks
Afro-American, Afro thick
Overall country, overall jeans
Overall Georgia, we overall clean
Southern hospitality or overall mean
Overall triple, overall beams
Thugged out niggas wearin' thugged out chains
Thugged out blocks playin' thugged out games
All black, tinted up thugged out Range
DTP stay doing thugged out thangs
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
(Nigga, throw them 'bows)
(Nigga, throw them 'bows)
(Nigga, throw them 'bows)
(Nigga, throw them 'bows)
Add your thoughts
Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.
Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!
More Featured Meanings
Standing On The Edge Of Summer
Thursday
Thursday
Bron-Y-Aur Stomp
Led Zeppelin
Led Zeppelin
This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
I Can't Go To Sleep
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
This song is written as the perspective of the boys in the street, as a whole, and what path they are going to choose as they get older and grow into men. (This is why the music video takes place in an orphanage.) The seen, and unseen collective suffering is imbedded in the boys’ mind, consciously or subconsciously, and is haunting them. Which path will the boys choose? Issac Hayes is the voice of reason, maybe God, the angel on his shoulder, or the voice of his forefathers from beyond the grave who can see the big picture and are pleading with the boys not to continue the violence and pattern of killing their brothers, but to rise above. The most beautiful song and has so many levels. Racism towards African Americans in America would not exist if everyone sat down and listened to this song and understood the history behind the words. The power, fear, pleading in RZA and Ghostface voices are genuine and powerful. Issac Hayes’ strong voice makes the perfect strong father figure, who is possibly from beyond the grave.
Magical
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
How would you describe the feeling of being in love? For Ed Sheeran, the word is “Magical.” in HIS three-minute album opener, he makes an attempt to capture the beauty and delicacy of true love with words. He describes the magic of it all over a bright Pop song produced by Aaron Dessner.
Plastic Bag
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
“Plastic Bag” is a song about searching for an escape from personal problems and hoping to find it in the lively atmosphere of a Saturday night party. Ed Sheeran tells the story of his friend and the myriad of troubles he is going through. Unable to find any solutions, this friend seeks a last resort in a party and the vanity that comes with it.
“I overthink and have trouble sleepin’ / All purpose gone and don’t have a reason / And there’s no doctor to stop this bleedin’ / So I left home and jumped in the deep end,” Ed Sheeran sings in verse one. He continues by adding that this person is feeling the weight of having disappointed his father and doesn’t have any friends to rely on in this difficult moment. In the second verse, Ed sings about the role of grief in his friend’s plight and his dwindling faith in prayer. “Saturday night is givin’ me a reason to rely on the strobe lights / The lifeline of a promise in a shot glass, and I’ll take that / If you’re givin’ out love from a plastic bag,” Ed sings on the chorus, as his friend turns to new vices in hopes of feeling better.
This song is so funny! But the lyrics are all fucked up. Who did that shit?
I Love You Luda!