This is a song about "Southern supremacy"

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

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

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Imma put out those #sparks, shit wont even be visible under the southern lights

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

Busy raising babies and living on tour

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,