This is a song about "South"

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

South side we on this shit

Before i bury ya head in the north n ya body in the south

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Pimp south, yup, “it takes a nation” of sluts

Next thing you know i was runnin' the south

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',