This is a song about "South americans"

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

My garage full of cars that bounce

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

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

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

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

We’re americans, not crack dealers, criminals, and blatant fools,

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Or reach the nunz bitch cuzz we in the south

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit