This is a song about "Southern rebel slag"

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

Thinking about you, you slag

Can't win with a passive attack

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Going to the southern land

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

I'm a rebel, a rebel. hear my rebel yell.

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Acting like a rebel