This is a song about "Redneck boy"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

So i put the blaming of my problems on the redneck cuz he's dumber,

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

To gangstas i'm a motherfuckin' redneck from a trailer park,

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

But that just makes me better than a redneck spitting chew

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Git out my face looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

I'm comin' out the south but yo i ain't a redneck trailer park,