This is a song about "White crackers"

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

So i pray to those pastors who crackers, but all the think of me is i'm a

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Spasmatic, slappin' faggot crackers, we attract static,

White kid from suburbia

They can not pause like right one sega

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

He told me he never knew how all of the crackers felt,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went