This is a song about "South koreans"

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

Or never say never though i admit

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

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

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

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

It landed in my left hand while he started going south

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

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

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Make that so called career you got head down south

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',