This is a song about "Muck cracker"

Higher in this messed up muck of slime/

Would look at us all the time

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Ends in a fuck to cover up the muck we stew up,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

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

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

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

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act