This is a song about "Norfolk southern"

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

Take a walk of fate, stroll down southern streets (x2)

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Y'all motherfuckers act like you the southern soda, #big #shots,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

More phillies than pete rose, i'm southern but on the east coast,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Summertime's sizzlin' in southern ontario

Not knowin' southern whites are lower class, my fuckin' life,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat