This is a song about "The south african economic crisis"

I'm dwarfing from the south to the north and,

You couldn't live your life for the moment

From the projects to the penthouse

And i'm from the dirty south,

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

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

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Ten more depending on where wale going

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

From this identity crisis.......

I can teach you all the sounds of love

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Bitch spit the diss and switch to pistol, niggas who are african,