This is a song about "Muck cracker"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Crack snackers every day call me a fuckin' snack cracker,

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

Crack snackers every day call me a fuckin' snack cracker,

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

Higher in this messed up muck of slime/

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

Stacking platinum plaques, that cracker is still too action packed,

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress