This is a song about "South americans"

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

I'm on the british south east coast mate

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Afghanistan had faded quick, americans took over and they hated it/

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

Bitch you should see my wallet

It landed in my left hand while he started going south

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

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

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

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

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