This is a song about "A south going groove"

Or closed casket for our troubles

Pimp south, yup, “it takes a nation” of sluts

With women with issues

When they hear me rocking the groove

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

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

(hook) mess with the south homey thats a dream,hallucinating or imagining x2

Together, we say hi to the sunrise and fight together when the sun sets

Just a new niggah tryna get the groove of things

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

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

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth