This is a song about "The south"

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Next thing you know i was runnin' the south

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

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

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

But i'm big on the west like i'm big in the south

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

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

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

Thats the south side lets ride lets ride

Were running wild tonight