This is a song about "Southern boys"

Take a walk of fate, stroll down southern streets (x2)

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Bumping heavy d and the boys

He should be some southern trucker

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Boys listening wishing to hack me

Third ward general, young cash money