This is a song about "War in the south"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Dive in war armed to the teeth with bars only

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Your only in fight with your damn war

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

From the projects to the penthouse

That's my in the life south.

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

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