This is a song about "Corey darude sandstorm"

And then along came the wrong man for her

Centered locked in court, sand isn't it in your anger

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

Outkast, andre and big boi gave a name to the south,

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

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Your scent flowing in the wind

And relax you mind

Talk sharp like a razor blade

I'm on the british south east coast mate