This is a song about "South"

Becoming someone you don't recognize

South an north hemispheres are lies

I'm on the british south east coast mate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

Next thing you know i was runnin' the south

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

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

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

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

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

Let em marinate, you forever late

I'm on the british south east coast mate

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