This is a song about "Southern boy"

He should be some southern trucker

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

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

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

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

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,