This is a song about "Southern ghettos"

Going to the southern land

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

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

Cops shootin' innocents, and ghettos bustin' caps in asses

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

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

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

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

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

More phillies than pete rose, i'm southern but on the east coast,