This is a song about "A nation state"

Do you hear the music, probably start a new rhythm nation

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

Live in a nation ran by camouflaged communist,

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

They're puttin us in separation, like a dictated nation,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Rarely there's a true father in this united state

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

In a slump, a vicious wreck, lock and hold the nation,

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Try to make a name for my respectable state

You know your in a sorry state when,

Riding around with ms. reece and them