This is a song about "Southern girl"

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

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

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

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Imma put out those #sparks, shit wont even be visible under the southern lights

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Feds with bugs like the southern heat, power's unplugged

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

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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

You ain't more street so go suck your mother

He should be some southern trucker

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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