This is a song about "Being from the south"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Let's head home, being left alone got old, just want the days from way back

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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

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

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Where i free the people from being a colony

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

That's my in the life south.

In 2 to 6 hours

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

I'm dwarfing from the south to the north and,

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Or reach the nunz bitch cuzz we in the south

Next thing you know i was runnin' the south

From the projects to the penthouse