This is a song about "Norfolk southern"

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Cuz she like the dirty southern drawl that the yanks get mad at.

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

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

In a southern redneck trailer park where you ain't got a minute,

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Those same southern trees where the rage still leaks,

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Is southern culture, still we got our fucking jobs overseas,

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Imma put out those #sparks, shit wont even be visible under the southern lights