This is a song about "Leave south africa"

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

Before i bury ya head in the north n ya body in the south

South an north hemispheres are lies

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

But i'm big on the west like i'm big in the south

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

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

I'm on the british south east coast mate

She self made, i'm self made

South side we on this shit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Make that so called career you got head down south

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

And you all will respect that