This is a song about "South pacific"

And i must admit

South side we on this shit

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

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

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

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

Start beef bigger then your spouse

And i'm from the dirty south,

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

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

That's my in the life south.

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Make that so called career you got head down south