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

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Not a week goes by without a fight

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

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

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

This battle goes to who spits the sickest shit

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

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

It all just goes south 'till they make these bad decisions,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips