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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Have you ever heard of the motherfucking civil rights,

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

My garage full of cars that bounce

And i'm from the dirty south,

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Or reach the nunz bitch cuzz we in the south

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks