This is a song about "Southern colonies"

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

He should be some southern trucker

Something worth dying for

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

Fearlessly the shogun sails the seven sea's conquering vast colonies,

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Cuz she like the dirty southern drawl that the yanks get mad at.

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Those same southern trees where the rage still leaks,

And she throws up whatever she eats