This is a song about "Redneck scum"

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

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

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

But that just makes me better than a redneck spitting chew

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

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

Your the scum of the earth beneath me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Lets take war to the scum and pray the day were winning,

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Its a message to the scum thats still living,

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

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

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

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,