This is a song about "Rednecks cant rap"

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Portray us when they make us all the rednecks and criminals,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

That dont mean i cant rap like im bulletproof

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

But hes dead so you cant

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

And it cant be overstated

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,