This is a song about "Rebel rednecks"

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

I'm a rebel, a rebel. hear my rebel yell.

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

And rise up and rebel against these forces like slave attacks,

Never wrong at any level

And still being a rebel

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

You irish cocky bitch you're on my-ish level but you rebel

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

When most whites are low-income, and they're seen as rednecks,

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

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

You're trying to act cool you're just trying to rebel