This is a song about "South korean food"

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

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

I'm on the british south east coast mate

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

Bitch you should see my wallet

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit