This is a song about "South koreans"

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

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

Before i bury ya head in the north n ya body in the south

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

South side we on this shit

With g's in my pocket

You're from the dirty south? yeah, you have a dirty mouth

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

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

I'mma sign that work and release that

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

It landed in my left hand while he started going south

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