This is a song about "South ark"

That's my in the life south.

My garage full of cars that bounce

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

We hell razah's of the lost ark

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

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

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

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

No car key and i mean that