This is a song about "Being from the south"

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

You're from the dirty south? yeah, you have a dirty mouth

Where i free the people from being a colony

And all women who had light features, see

My family's from the south, stayed at papa's house

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

My garage full of cars that bounce

Or reach the nunz bitch cuzz we in the south

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

From l.a. to mississippi, the south, man i just ran up,

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

My family's from the south, stayed at papa's house

Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot