This is a song about "Southern rebel slag"

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

I'm a rebel, a rebel. hear my rebel yell.

Going to the southern land

If you ever feel alone and

Rebel without a cause

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

So get on my level your a coward i'm a rebel