This is a song about "Acquisition by a government of other governments or territories"

Other wise you'll get left in a lake of blood

On they car note to go to the club

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I ain't never judged a book by it's cover or the back of it

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

About some tyga beef shit

Worn by a queen or a faggot

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Was it a mirracle saved by god or therapist?

As she goes through the levels

Or for nicer other white devils

Or getting attacked by a man that scarred your ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

By the age of twenty two i'll be a loser or a dad

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back