This is a song about "All the nations"

The lovely teedra moses

The fact that it's all bogus

The problem is, when nations unite, and stand for religions it awakens

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

I was raised from the ashes of my nations quarrels

Is all of the above

Or closed casket for our troubles

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Theres blood all over the ground