This is a song about "South"

I'm on the british south east coast mate

They fasting they won't leave me ate

And i'm from the dirty south,

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

It landed in my left hand while he started going south

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

Thats the south side lets ride lets ride

I seem to love these whips - a white

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Next thing you know i was runnin' the south