This is a song about "The new south"

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

I just feed em, fuck em, till i’m satisfied

I was born in the underground of the south side

Before i bury ya head in the north n ya body in the south

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

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

Or reach the nunz bitch cuzz we in the south

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Next thing you know i was runnin' the south

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Hip-hop is #goin' #south, it's just bringin' the country back,

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat