This is a song about "South korean foods"

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Next thing you know i was runnin' the south

My garage full of cars that bounce

Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south

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

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

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

I'm reppin' my presence like pleasantness from north to south

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

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

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