This is a song about "South africa"

And i'm from the dirty south,

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

I start out small by slaving africa, this time theres no saving,

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Maybe life would be a lot better if i lived down south,

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

It landed in my left hand while he started going south

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

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Or reach the nunz bitch cuzz we in the south

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Before i bury ya head in the north n ya body in the south