This is a song about "Sad redneck with whiskey"

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

See, sometimes we all need a little whiskey in our cup

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Look at this sad bitch with wack shit rappin' like this a fast win

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And mine somewhere bout mars

Staying positive never sad,

Whether teddy or pat

We're fucking redneck crackers, making fun of the shit,

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

I be simply sippin whiskey tipsy from the fuckin liqueur

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,

To put it simply, they're just sad.

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back