This is a song about "Southern flow"

Udc where he met my mother

He should be some southern trucker

That's why i'm dropping poems from my southern shotgun home,

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

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

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,