This is a song about "Norfolk southern"

Feds with bugs like the southern heat, power's unplugged

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

That's why i'm dropping poems from my southern shotgun home,

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

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

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

He should be some southern trucker

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

I'm one of the best who graduated from the streets of nor-folk

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Going to the southern land

That we can't forget the past