This is a song about "All the right places"

When all i see are safe places, upper middle class families,

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

The ocean seems to be one of the most peaceful places you could be.

Whoa, gettin high all the time isn't right, i'm losin my sight and my mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Doing all these hoes right there in the backroom

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Right through his face, pastes his brains all on the packs

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Maybe all the other people were right? maybe he was just white trash