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

For a little boy like you who goes to his mommy and makes a fuss

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

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

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

This goes out to smokers with a roach who get doped out

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Flyer than a bird going south for the winter/

But, who knows, that's way it goes

Live from the lamont's rose