This is a song about "Southern africa"

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

I start out small by slaving africa, this time theres no saving,

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Feds with bugs like the southern heat, power's unplugged

I'm so fuckin' southern i could be the son of paula dean,

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

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

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known