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

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Your performing magic tricks and breaking the laws of psychics

It's written in the constitution and in the laws of fbi, cia, or csi

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Breakin’ laws daily impress all the dumb chicks

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

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

Intervals polluting the economy/

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Black fours red drop head doors

And broke multiple laws

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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