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

Best be prepared for the outlaws

And broke multiple laws

The place to start is in our music, not the economy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

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

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

Welcome to the dirty south,we don't have 40's it's a 30 ounce

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

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

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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