This is a song about "Southern supremacy"

He should be some southern trucker

When we not in summer

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

Cause i been drinkin till the point that i'm a dizzy rap

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,

I start to think it's all planned

Going to the southern land

That's why i'm dropping poems from my southern shotgun home,

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit