This is a song about "All the nations"

Corporations lock the nations, populations know the same profit,

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Morphine all up in the system

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

I was raised from the ashes of my nations quarrels

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Now we must stand tall

And imma kill the all

Or closed casket for our troubles

Is all of the above

Vomit all on the drapes

Blow trees like a hurricane