This is a song about "Norfolk southern"

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

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

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

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

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

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

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack