This is a song about "Southern girl"

In private, not public in the streets

Those same southern trees where the rage still leaks,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

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

He should be some southern trucker

She should have invited her

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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