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

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Then the consequences, she best deal with it,

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

I was born in the underground of the south side

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

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

That's my in the life south.

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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