This is a song about "Muck cracker"

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

But would fight to be the best cracker

I'm feelin' like i better have an answer

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

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love