This is a song about "Redneck farming"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

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

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

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

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

, i have some medicine that needs farming/ for the weed buzz, i bake fuck you