This is a song about "Rednecks"

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

And if there is white poverty, they're seen as rednecks,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Because he's white like rednecks hate the fact obama's black,

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

You know that whites are trailer-dwelling trash rednecks,