This is a song about "War in the south"

And there's little to be glad for

Your only in fight with your damn war

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Jesus, it's been ten month's since he died in the war

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Hotter than all black in mexico, flow colder than the war with ru and us, so

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups