This is a song about "Crackers with attitudes"

A specimen of crackers

Talking about the god you serve

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

With rock, shock rap with doc

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Your girlfriend trippin' on you

Die with hope, live with virtue

Knees dug deep into the pavement

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Youve got everything backwards, you dip your soup inside your crackers,

Play with your toys, play with your blocks,

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse