This is a song about "Sad redneck with whiskey"

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

When bret hart meet brett farve

Twista finna get up on the track

To put it simply, they're just sad.

Do just feeling a little sad

I don't know why i'm even on this track

With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive

I'm going through something with life

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

In a southern redneck trailer park where you ain't got a minute,

I'm over sitting in my room, with a sad frown.

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

To gangstas i'm a motherfuckin' redneck from a trailer park,

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard