This is a song about "South korean foodsfighters"

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

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

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

I'm on the british south east coast mate

All dem niggas gonna hate

From the projects to the penthouse

Next thing you know i was runnin' the south

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Or reach the nunz bitch cuzz we in the south

Maybe life would be a lot better if i lived down south,

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

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

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,