The best kind of Bama boy we can think of wouldn't run his mouth too cool or fast but instead would be good at fishing and rolling blunts and sweet enough to front us money for grits in the morning if we were out a dollar. In this low key he said/she said trumpet chitchat, Yelawolf is lamenting getting his bombast knocked down, rewinding an episodic no-good-very-bad-date with sweetie bird Mz. Shanti. He spills wine on her dress then gets chased down by her ex-man, never hits it. Thought Mz. Shanti was pulling false-Brixton Nicki style vocal inflections, but even though there are a lot of Mz. Shanti's on myspace, turns out she's real-deal UK:
