This is a song about "Southern miss"

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

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

Going to the southern land

You’re on neon lights in my bank

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

She can't be my mother

He should be some southern trucker

The voice inside my head (i miss you, i miss you)

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Is southern culture, still we got our fucking jobs overseas,

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

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

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship