This is a song about "All these white crackers"

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

He told me he never knew how all of the crackers felt,

So you finally got the nerve

All these ridiculous imitators

Man our soldiers ain't white, they all black and latino,

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

On television all we see are just these rich white kids,

So sad you had to miss your mom' s prom

He's tensed up all white with a note in his palm

All these other nigas front,

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different