This is a song about "South"

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

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

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

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

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

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

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

And i'm from the dirty south,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

South an north hemispheres are lies

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

It landed in my left hand while he started going south