This is a song about "Muck cracker"

So ironic how they call me cracker, i could crack 'em back,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Well be running a muck with our music, doorlists and business

In a muck stealin from his mom's purse just to get by in life

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Higher in this messed up muck of slime/

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

They think i'm just some cracker who can't even get an a in religion.

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Ill snap this cracker if he takes another glance at my tracks

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats