This is a song about "Southern supremacy"

And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

Feds with bugs like the southern heat, power's unplugged

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Those same southern trees where the rage still leaks,

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Why me, i say it cause we number one

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

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

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

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back