This is a song about "Goldfish crackers"

I ain't trynna be politically correct

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

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Spasmatic, slappin' faggot crackers, we attract static,

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

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

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

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

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

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

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

First i have potential, now i got them answers