This is a song about "Jim crow laws the new south georgia s economy and georgia post reconstruction"

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

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

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

And i'm from the dirty south,

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

And post the shit on instagram

We on a world tour, wale your man

Intendent attend them, cool cause

And broke multiple laws

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

Hold on you can see my vision

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,