This is a song about "Diss south county kids"

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Make that so called career you got head down south

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

I'm on the british south east coast mate

It landed in my left hand while he started going south

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

You cant even write a good diss?

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

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

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service