This is a song about "Southwest"

I don't need to tell you why, but you're the one with the dirty blouse

Spacin out, fell trippin, bittin on the lippin goin south

Just pointed south, livin' for possessions, you got your mind on stuff, but if you

You're nervous when turn to see just who you're comparin to

My favorite color is blue

But to tell you the truth both of those are hard to do,