This is a song about "South golf"

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

South an north hemispheres are lies

Right flows down and they might go nice

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Or reach the nunz bitch cuzz we in the south

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

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

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt

This isnt golf this is a blisterin' assault

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Outkast, andre and big boi gave a name to the south,

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin