This is a song about "South carolina"

Before i bury ya head in the north n ya body in the south

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

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

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

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Or reach the nunz bitch cuzz we in the south

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

And i'm from the dirty south,

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

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