This is a song about "South going zax"

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

It landed in my left hand while he started going south

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

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

South an north hemispheres are lies

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

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

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

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds