This is a song about "Melanie from the south white girl"

I want to fight the music on this one

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,

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

This thing that you could imagine

I'm reppin' my presence like pleasantness from north to south

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

I heard something from the back, damn girl why are you screaming

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

The lord surely touched my baby girl from birth.

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

White from the spliff he's hitting, claiming it's helping him fore-fill his rhythm,