This is a song about "Acquisition by a government of other governments or territories or of economic or cultural power over other nations or territories often by force"

Or he should of been a little quicker

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Worn by a queen or a faggot

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Or that the other guys wives spines were discovered all bloodied

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

I'm not slim shady or any other rappin white

Was it a mirracle saved by god or therapist?

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

By study, instruction, or experience

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Cos i dont need money from you or any other kid

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track