This is a song about "Crackers with attitudes"

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

I ain't trynna be politically correct

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

Good love then i can do that for her

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

Easier to deal with, easier to feel with

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I entered with, rendered with it,

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Play with your toys, play with your blocks,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Cripple with delusion

Shit, we don't believe none of them

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

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