This is a song about "Cracker death"

They think i'm just some cracker who can't even get an a in religion.

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

I'm just a cracker. a white ass emcee

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Grow older, closer to death.

Baby i’mma mess, mess

And death, beaten will decay

And i be on the block all day

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

Crack snackers every day call me a fuckin' snack cracker,