This is a song about "Chubby coon"

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Left to chokers and skunk smoke was coming through the speakers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Sitting forlorn, treating your dick like corn man you need god

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

We're fucking redneck crackers, making fun of the shit,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

To gangstas i'm a motherfuckin' redneck from a trailer park,

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

But that just makes me better than a redneck spitting chew