This is a song about "Crackers"

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

So i pray to those pastors who crackers, but all the think of me is i'm a

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

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

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Be a good hand-clapper and go fetch me my crackers,

Let's enjoy our younger years

A specimen of crackers

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Snack crackers, pack a mac that'll crack ya back, act blacker,

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies