This is a song about "Norfolk southern"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

He should be some southern trucker

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

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

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

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

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

I'm so fuckin' southern i could be the son of paula dean,

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen