This is a song about "Southern rebel slag"

Going to the southern land

No sweat like a headband

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Rebel without a cause

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

To dream is to live life’s full potential

That's why you burn in hell you aint a rebel

Y'all motherfuckers act like you the southern soda, #big #shots,

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Gold on my dentals, fucking mental devil rebel

See these lights got me on another level

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

You irish cocky bitch you're on my-ish level but you rebel

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,