This is a song about "The south"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Get the big spoons to itch me down south, my dick's nefarious

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

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

Cold, my style making my nose run

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

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

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

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

That's my in the life south.

Start beef bigger then your spouse

I was born in the underground of the south side

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light