im from the south, that dirty texas an lousiana , ima country boy, no matter were u go, you a county boy , be in H town off i45 seeing donkeys, or baton rouge on da river, poor an country thats me, im couyon babe no matter my bank statement ond ill jus be ow po Boy from da country I grew up in that dirty resent all who up in that dirty, from da tha south, home of no limit, cash money, rap alot, an swisha house, anybody go to houston to johnny Paul wall hitcha mouth, some bling no im taking bout, in school everybody play ball, everybody, no everybody citys they lay law, you can smell crawfish or bbq inda air, pass by summer, winter, or fall youngins outside playing tackle football, inda city on concrete, til ya skin raw yea i accent lil bit of draw, girls from up north love da way we talk, but them southern girl ones, take da tha chalk outside babe own her hips, flip flops, dam bb look good, booty shorts tank top, hot is hell roun here, dont blame yall, d boys own every corner, no shirt wen slang raw, real roun here, friendly faces kill round here, they be own dope , pills roun here po folks get it, have they live roun here, is wut it is round here sack a good, an jus chill year roun here, manners iz raised at ,t, big mommas woop ya ass, don't care were ya stay at, outside all day were kids play, better not bring yo ass inside, for dark, thirsty gone hear, water hose sprey,, family, aint jus blood out here, family mean help ya get out tha mudd got lota haters, cant out out weigh love skin, gotta problem gota get in, thug, if ya win gone have run dat shit again bra, country boys tough, everybody got a cousin in da pen an uncke the plug, ketch my dawg d ray riden horse throu da city slanging rock, we don't give a fuck, call dem folks if dey the cops, every body hate da folks, south got most hated cops, was 9 when moma taught me what say to ops, 11 when we got door kicked an momma an my pops had go away wit cops, jus for trying get da bills paid own our block racism, forreal out here white folka an black folk gone find way chill out here, progress being made but theres work still out here, uno ima keep it real with fear, ima speak my mind til tha lord take me out here, love going fishing, an swinging me babe an da children bro pull up wit some gas get ya higher then tha ceiling, through all da pain an rain its the ultimate feeling, ketch me at me at my bro house, shoot the hole a hundred till i go out,, game on da tv shit talking, gone flow out, dominoes slappin so hard, here em next do house, nabors give a courtesy call if dem folks out, auntie in da streets noisy as hell if it go down, wasn't there gone rush da car give tha low down, block parties r.i.p ju b every year go down, got alota pain but the beauty is always inside da frame remanisin on all love how ya heal inside ya brain, love is the key heal within tha with skin, that heart were change begin,,,