Wild Ride from Key West to Okeechobee: A Story of Straps, RSVs, and Freedom

I have been messed up, I’ve been messed on, but I ain’t never seen no mess like this. He got to come along strapped down to the tempo in the ratchet strap round the hitch. Yeah, that boy look, think he finna cross the Gulf Stream from Cuba. Uh, uh. He says she gonna use all this to slow down his RSV. All he’ll say is heavy duty. Heavy duty. You finna go to okachobee from Key West. You finna go to the Deacon uh, prison sentence. Where you finna go? He wanna tie the RSV to the back of the U Haul and use the U Haul to stop the RSV cause it ain’t got no brakes. Why you better stop playing. Ha ha ha! Did that. Gonna fly the highway patrol. Him gonna have you out there picking Oak and Oak show. But that we’re gonna happen. Haha. Your ass gonna be out there chopping sugar cane. You better, you better go on and walk up that old chooby. Yeah, you. You better take the damn sun rail up there. Something like that. Cause uh, you tie this RSV to the back of that, you all boy, they gonna have you in chains and shackles. What? Ha ha ha ha! You out your damn mind? This is America. Go and put an MX out. Cause we chain them and drain them, baby. Strap them and clap them. That’s it and that’s all.