This is a song about "Rednecks"

You know that whites are trailer-dwelling trash rednecks,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

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