This is a song about "Southern boy"

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

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 d'you say looking boy?

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

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

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy