This is a song about "Crackers in spain"

Stuck in the in the tub,

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Jimmy back me, child

In my heart and in my mind

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

In one round, in one dab damn im high in the sky

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

In a private jet while i'm walking in

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

And we ain't land on that mr. reagan

Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan