This is a song about "A south going groove"

You're from the dirty south? yeah, you have a dirty mouth

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Maybe life would be a lot better if i lived down south,

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

What up girl, tell me how you been

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

Then going on a drug binge

When you fly as a bitch

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

You won't be able to reproduce, or even dance to the groove.