This is a song about "Leave south africa"

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

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Let em marinate, you forever late

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

South an north hemispheres are lies

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

From the projects to the penthouse

That's my in the life south.

I start out small by slaving africa, this time theres no saving,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

It landed in my left hand while he started going south

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