This is a song about "A policy of extending a country s power and influence through diplomacy or military force"

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

Im a rapper through and through

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Where they force us to learn a chapter of math a day

- - and now look, a crumbled country thin on prodigies,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal