This is a song about "Redneck donkeys"

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

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

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

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

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

But that just makes me better than a redneck spitting chew

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

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,

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

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

In a southern redneck trailer park where you ain't got a minute,