This is a song about "Redneck chew bud"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

I'm puffing the bud to give up on the road

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

My balance be so tight rope

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Chew thin niggas like under cooked grits

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

We had the best day smoking on that bud.

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I trust nothing but my bud,

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

We're fucking redneck crackers, making fun of the shit,

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

I was exceeding while you were smoking the bud,