This is a song about "A zax who goes south"

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

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

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

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

As to who owns this and who goes where

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

In a few places, the rest of the south they're all baptist,

Im a champ i go pound for pound, cause i settled in the south,

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

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

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

Then spray to the victims who goes against me,i'm the new death machine

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone

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