This is a song about "Southern boys"

You pull up in parking lots

Just show them boys whos boss

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Boys wearing that hardy

Walk that body, talk that body

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

Another dead woman,another bad boys