This is a song about "A south going groove"

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

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

It landed in my left hand while he started going south

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

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

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

Im going on a shooting spree

But am i less holy

I'm comin' out the south but yo i ain't a redneck trailer park,

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Until we get everything,the south married to the game just like a wedding ring

When i’m in the groove, i can really freak a tune

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon