This is a song about "South africans"

Or reach the nunz bitch cuzz we in the south

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Bitch you should see my wallet

South side we on this shit

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

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

We been down for too long but that's alright

Thats the south side lets ride lets ride

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

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

Next thing you know i was runnin' the south

From the projects to the penthouse