This is a song about "South ark"

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

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

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

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

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

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

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

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

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

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

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows