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

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

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

I finally cumm its in her hair and on her thumb, she glances at me and says lets make another run,

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

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

And i'm from the dirty south,

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

The final war of the whack and sick