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

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

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

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

But i defend the civil liberties

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

In a few places, the rest of the south they're all baptist,

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

That's my in the life south.

From the projects to the penthouse