This is a song about "South korean foodsfighters"

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

I'm on the british south east coast mate

That was my impression of jackie chan because he's a korean man

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

South side we on this shit

It shows i know a bit

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

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

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

Pimp south, yup, “it takes a nation” of sluts

Or closed casket for our troubles