This is a song about "South africa"

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

I'm reppin' my presence like pleasantness from north to south

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

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Make that so called career you got head down south

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

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

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

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate