This is a song about "Rednecks and jocks"

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

And kill yourself and your clique

Get off a key like i can’t sing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Baby, you know who you are

When most whites are low-income, and they're seen as rednecks,

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours