This is a song about "Third thirty thousand north south path they either"

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

It's heaven or hell they say.. either way you lose

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

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

They tell me this the wrong path but i know its right, though

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Like i chose to take that path but they got caught in a blood bath,

Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south

From the projects to the penthouse

In their eyes they got a few hundred thousand and they are rich

I had you motherfuckers eating salad like a fat bitch