This is a song about "Red neck robert"

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Down my neck, stunned, so grim,

You can disown him or stone him

But i'm tied up, bound by this wall and neck

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Kick back and know yo son set

Kushed up and my eye red

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Youll get your fucking neck torn,

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Jesus piece around my neck

Give us this day, our daily bread

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Quotas notice how my funky hocus pocus broke his neck...