This is a song about "The economic consequences of the civil war in the south"

Forgot the consequences but fuck the feminine pussies, they're only here because of a broken condom,

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Before i bury ya head in the north n ya body in the south

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Now i’m at an age where i can understand the consequences

I was born in the underground of the south side

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

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

Or reach the nunz bitch cuzz we in the south