This is a song about "Southern ghettos"

Those same southern trees where the rage still leaks,

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

And bring wiz khalifa cause the green look pure

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

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

Southern niggas, y'all think that we lean back when we sippin' lean,

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

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

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

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

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Summertime's sizzlin' in southern ontario

The roc to allido, they all believe me though