This is a song about "Redneck woman"

But that just makes me better than a redneck spitting chew

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

You woman are cray, but hayyyy! i'm here to fucking slay.

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,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Ain't no woman that would ever fuck with you

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Of a woman with a broken heart.

Watching my woman of twenty years wither away,

I spend it make it right back on a monday