This is a song about "South tower"

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

It landed in my left hand while he started going south

South side we on this shit

One night love: i'mma need that

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

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

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

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

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

Bring down your tower i'm picking