This is a song about "Southern illinois"

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

And scared he married o'hare the moment illinois put him in lock

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one