This is a song about "From the south"

But i'm big on the west like i'm big in the south

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Im still here but i can't skate

I'm on the british south east coast mate

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

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

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Load up the guns where i'm from, the south son,