This is a song about "The new south"

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

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

And i'm from the dirty south,

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

I was born in the underground of the south side

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

Load up the guns where i'm from, the south son,