This is a song about "Southern boy"

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Fuck the rest, we keep it nice and trill, southern takeover

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

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

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

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

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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