This is a song about "South miami"

South side we on this shit

In the midst of a fire pit

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

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

The dead society of a poet

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

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

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

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

Ridin around in my shot up miami plated rolls royce/

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

That's my in the life south.

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

South an north hemispheres are lies