This is a song about "Graham crackers"

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

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

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

A specimen of crackers

Whole time, a little more girls

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Spasmatic, slappin' faggot crackers, we attract static,

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

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her