This is a song about "Carolina"

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

I was living in north carolina, doin' mathematics,

Like i did back in carolina, food stamps and medicaid,

Tongue twister like a braid, mister, dont overrun my parade

Fuck it, i'm coming to find you, i'm flyin' to north carolina

My whole persona's kinda laid back like a recliner