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

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

That happen to act like a black president

To leave this life behind

It'll blow ya mind

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

To leave this debauchery,

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

Leave your running to your mamma,

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Miss america the beautiful, to me that's funny

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Flow exported i was born in america

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga