This is a song about "Southern colonies"

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

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

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

Creating a monopoly taking over colonies but thriving

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

See with a district columbia vision

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

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