This is a song about "Southern accents"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

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

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

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

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

Cuz she like the dirty southern drawl that the yanks get mad at.

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Those same southern trees where the rage still leaks,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

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

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

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