This is a song about "Rednecks cant rap"

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Fucked you in the bar,this rap drink you cant have it

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

The birds i knew flip birds

Cant see me or my snipers

But hes dead so you cant

Rats get mouse trapped

White people can rap why cant asians

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

And yea i know i cant rap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that