This is a song about "A zax going south"

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

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

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

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Or going to a festival. for a thrill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

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

They say that karats help your vision

Then going on a drug binge

This a roaster, bitch