This is a song about "On crack in south carolina"

Or reach the nunz bitch cuzz we in the south

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

But i'm big on the west like i'm big in the south

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Let em marinate, you forever late

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

It is said to be more powerful than god on crack,

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

I'm also strapped with macs, i be on dat crack.

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house