This is a song about "South"

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Or reach the nunz bitch cuzz we in the south

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Make that so called career you got head down south

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

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

South an north hemispheres are lies

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

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

We all need to grow up, don’t matter east, west, north, south

I'm on the british south east coast mate

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made