This is a song about "Leave south africa to america"

Counting all my chains and to show that i'm calling south

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

To leave this life behind

You on my mind

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

In america, it's okay to be a full-blown sinner

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Until you decide to leave

I'm everything that they call nice

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Than i walk out the room like im the coolest nigga to hit america,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

She said i love you too, but im moving to texas down south far from here,