This is a song about "Party down south"

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Get the big spoons to itch me down south, my dick's nefarious

Theres no way out, except goin down south, back to where you came about

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

Screw north west, i’m moving down to the south park, call me stan marsh/

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

I stay lonely and cocky

Cause im here throwing the party

To cali, to cali

Toast, toast to the party!

Makes for a hell of party

Now it might sound cocky

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I am the show and the after party

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

Make that so called career you got head down south