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

Live from the lamont's rose

But, who knows, that's way it goes

Flyer than a bird going south for the winter/

Regardless to all them, i appease her

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

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

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

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Outkast, andre and big boi gave a name to the south,

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

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone

Most of you niggas don't give a shit where ya life goes

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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