This is a song about "Southern accents"

Not knowin' southern whites are lower class, my fuckin' life,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

That's why i'm dropping poems from my southern shotgun home,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Y'all motherfuckers act like you the southern soda, #big #shots,

In a southern redneck trailer park where you ain't got a minute,

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Southern niggas, y'all think that we lean back when we sippin' lean,

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Is southern culture, still we got our fucking jobs overseas,

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,