This is a song about "Red necks"

Do it ppv, snap necks with the pressure

You know...you know who you are

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

They slept in death, hung from a wire that held their necks

Found dead covered in red

My god come before this bread

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Twist the necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects

He'll break necks, the favorite

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

Covered the room in splattered red,

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

Kick back and know yo son set