This is a song about "Making fun of ill wayne"

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

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

'til the thrill of killing animals was no longer fun.

Save some, save none at the same time

Make fun of me and yell at me well fine

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

And start making all kinds of commotion

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

And i cum so much i make fun of niagara

I'll have you making dozens of faces.

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Stop making me insult you more,respect isnt for fun

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen