This is a song about "The dirty south"

I'm on the british south east coast mate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

You're from the dirty south? yeah, you have a dirty mouth

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

The dirty looks, and the jealous stares.

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows