This is a song about "The south"

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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

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

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

Askin what i know about the struggle? 502 south side/

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

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

I heard you on the south side, i heard you tryna shoot

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him