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

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

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

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

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

A specimen of crackers

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Spasmatic, slappin' faggot crackers, we attract static,