This is a song about "Southern ghettos"

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

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

I'm so fuckin' southern i could be the son of paula dean,

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Ghettos and kids that roam the globe, patrol like a soldier known,

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Fuck the rest, we keep it nice and trill, southern takeover

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Going to the southern land

600 benz, condo six hundred grand