This is a song about "South africa"

Counting all my chains and to show that i'm calling south

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

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

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

Next thing you know i was runnin' the south

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

From the projects to the penthouse

That's my in the life south.

And i'm from the dirty south,

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

It landed in my left hand while he started going south

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