This is a song about "Quentin tarantino"

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Or reach the nunz bitch cuzz we in the south

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

Or never say never though i admit

Outkast, andre and big boi gave a name to the south,

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

Counting all my chains and to show that i'm calling south

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

South an north hemispheres are lies

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Maybe life would be a lot better if i lived down south,

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth